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CHARLEMAGNE
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CHARLEMAGNE è stato pubblicato il 6 novembre 2026 da Bombsquad / Create Music Group Inc. come parte dell'album YL5 - EP
Data di uscita6 novembre 2026
EtichettaBombsquad / Create Music Group Inc.
LinguaEnglish
BPM113
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
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Testi

YL
Yeah
Yeah, my bitch the baddest
I just pulled off the lot, this a new McLaren
Bitch, I tote that fully chop, they run up out here, embarrassing
Woah, fucking on this white ho', bitch, I'm a star, like Paris Hilton
I put CC on my toe, I walk in and they like, “There he is”
Huh, yeah, came a long way
I was locked inside the cell making bomb, ay
Slime the A, he catch yo' face, you better not play with gang
All these fans, they been talking, they like Charlemagne
I'm the type to pull up, spank 'em, this shit broad day
Called up up on the backstreet and then I drop the grenades
Huh, yeah, bitch, I'm Bombsquad
We catch all shit, then do 'em dirty, close range, not from far
Got them young **** sinning, but l pray to the lord
Had to ask up for forgiveness, knock 'em out the park
I just pulled off the lot, this a new McLaren
Bitch, I tote that fully chop, they run up out here, embarrassing
Woah, fucking on this white ho', bitch, I'm a star, like Paris Hilton
I put CC on my toe, I walk in and they like, “There he is”
Huh, yeah, came a long way
I was locked inside the cell making bomb, ay
Slime the A, he catch yo' face, you better not play with gang
All these fans, they been talking, they like Charlemagne
Used to sleep inside the trap, I ain't have nowhere to stay, bitch
You ain't Bombsquad, you don't speak my language
Shoot that boy from far, boy, this stick got aim with it
No we not the same 'cause we fucked the same bitches
Too many racks on me, my money long
In that backseat, I ride with top, we get shit gone
Make her run like track meet, I make a bad bitch touch her toes
We stick to the code, damn near iced out, this shit froze
Told her, “Strike a pose”, she do whatever I say
No, I don't rock no cape, two thots just for designer shades
You better stay in your place, you play with the FN, you making your grave
Bombsquad making shit quake, we drop a new gang and do it by day
I just pulled off the lot, this a new McLaren
Bitch, I tote that fully chop, they run up out here, embarrassing
Woah, fucking on this white ho', bitch, I'm a star, like Paris Hilton
I put CC on my toe, I walk in and they like, “There he is”
Huh, yeah, came a long way
I was locked inside the cell making bomb, ay
Slime the A, he catch yo' face, you better not play with gang
All these fans, they been talking, they like Charlemagne
They like Charlemagne, all these fans, they been talking, Charlemagne
They like Charlemagne
They like Charlemagne
All these fans, they been talking, Charlemagne
Written by: Destiny Imarhia

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