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Cam'ron
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Monster Muzik
Word up, Rector, I wasn't gonna say it again Word up, man, it's all good You gon' let us in your little shit You got that? Keep that shit, man You could have it man, we good, Killa
See you like to front, me, I like to stunt I go forward on fourth down, you the type to punt I go for the homerun, you the type to bunt No support, stay in court, twice a month, lights the blunt
DA flees and flies, he breakin' down on pizza pies See my eyes, rolled out right now, I'm facin' 3 to five Assault charge, yeah granted, it was aggravated But you characters, my character, won't assassinate it
Ha, they had to hate it, agitated, cash related I tell your bitch, 'Grab my dick, huh, now masturbate it ' Don't catch feelin's, man, how she now feelin' Cam? And lookin' by the waist, spinnin' like a ceilin' fan
My girl Chanel, she sell shit for Chanel, kicks hell Split turn down 50 mil' on my Chappell shit Get your ice wet, lay down that slight bet Word, my word heard, you'll get curved like a Nike check
Check, check, slide Ayo, they call us the new Harlem Knights, man We like Richard Pryor and Eddie Three shots, I'll take his whole team out Arsenio ass niggas
You now lookin' at the face of the new team No plies, big faces in these true jeans I don't tie nor lace 'em, keep some lose strings Tongue hangin', son fakin' in them two Gs
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 She gon' drop on two knees once she see the belt I'm number one with the water, I need to meet with Phelps Got my own corner, I don't need your help I'm doin' everythin' like I only need myself
A bit more thread, I'd have the city sewn Top down, gettin' 'head while on the Bentley phone Powder blue, it's all like the one that Diddy owns Ask Killa, I write 'Thrillers' like Quincy Jones
G4s, speedboats and villa homes Fake pokin', y'all chest out, ya silicones Jeff Hamilton, Spurs level with silver phones Standin' on the couch in mansions, spillin' Rose Homes
Damn, you see why I'm feelin' myself? The market done changed and young rappers still on the shelf Quick to go for the Eagles like I'm from Philadelph' I feel for ya health, if I pull your ice grill and get melt
Shawty pump, no ball, get your body dumped I don't brawl, a phone call have your body slumped Queens stories, heard 'em all from 'Preme to Ronnie Bump Waitin' on that four door Porsche, should be out in a month
With these keys, I'm a wilder beast, nautica, feel the fleece I should shoot at the ground the way I kill the streets No seatbelt but ma, I unfasten it Jag Coupe is lavender, today I'm playin' passenger
Killa the signature, before that is the literature I was a baller, hustler slash prisoner But a good listener, your wife I might piss on her Christen her, yeah, that's how I'll whizz it, whizz on her
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