Chakarra - Carlo Rossi

Carlo Rossi, got that Carlo Rossi
Carlo Rossi, got that Carlo Rossi
Carlo Rossi, got that Carlo Rossi
Carlo Rossi, aye, got that Carlo Rossi
I am fucking crazy, I will beat you with a fuckin' bat for talkin' always over hatin'
I am over patient, I been waitin' till the day a nigga smoke a blunt wit' Sarah Palin
Flexin' wit' these muscles, like I'm Jason Statham
I been makin' music In the fuckin' basement
Nigga high as fuck from all blunts I'm facin'
If you want the money, why you fuckin' waitin'?
Put the gas up on her, got that ass up on her
Got the racks up on her, imma mac up on her
Like an apple product, bitch I got the product
I don't got the Prada, still be lookin' flyer
Like a pigeon, on the way to see his father
Ain't no competition, don't you even bother
Niggas suckin' dick for just a couple dollars
Let me fuck yo' bitch, she wanna touch my dollaz
I ain't got no money, get the fuck up off me
And you want my money, cause I'm lookin saucy
Polo hat, the gold up on my teeth is flossy
Got that wine up on me, call it "Carlo Rossi"
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Got that wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Got that wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Got that wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi
Got that wine up on me, call it Carlo Rossi (GANG!)

Written by:
Chakarra Johnson

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