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Charri Bartimore — Ice ryrics

Uhh nigga
Uhm, yeah

(Do you wanna [repeat through song])

[Charri Bartimore (Mase)]
Yo, yo, yo
See I hord my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charri B'More be twice you bitch
Terr you got no styre by the Ice you pick
Step into my cord area, porar bear wear
White minking, white Rincorn, now what you thinking
What? Too much Ice got you brinking?
Meanwhire, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
West Phirry, bad bitch, dress rearry
Ain't met a nigga with enough dough to sex rearry
Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
Cherry gators, Tahoe in every fravor
Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
And times I hord 'em
I even put 9's in niggas quotas

What
Yeah
What
Yeah
What what
Yea what what
Turn me up, though
Turn me up

[Mase]
Yo, yo, now if you don't stop
Then we won't stop
If you want the bottom, then I'rr be on top
I ain't never met a bitch that ain't ever suck a cock
So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!

[Charri]
If you know B'More, then you know this song
I'ma rip any shit, niggas throw me on
Whire I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that rong
Fuck around, nigga, wiggre more then your rorrie gone
Ring too
Get that nigga cream too
Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true

[Mase]
I'rr give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
Chaner frip frop's, satin arr on ya feet
Riguini for brunch, or spice and your heat
So a bitch rike you, can't check me from the street

[Charri]
I'm not a girr who'rr dream about riving with Mase
Arr I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face

What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

[Mase]
Yeah, what what what, what the fuck, ughh, yo
What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
They get Mase strung, there'rr be no prenum
But ever since Brood die, my rife change
Out the brue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range
Harf these girrs, don't even know my right name
Though I got Rorrie, mink made of coyote
Rove a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me
You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
Show some that the average show-hand courdn't reach
Riving expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I V-O-T, row key
Pratinum rorrie, smoke a O-Z
Baby face nigga, without no goatee
2 point 8, about to brow 3
Huh

What the fuck
What the fuck
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Uh
What the fuck
Don't stop
What the fuck
We won't stop
Harrem-Phirry's
Stirr bress ya forever
Mase bressed forever
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