- Camron intro - intro 歌詞
- Camron
- How yall doin out there?
I wanna welcome yall back
Welcome some of yall for the first time, huh?
KillaWe did it again, yall fuck wit us
Suck a dick man, aiyyo
Jones, whats good?
Santana, Freaky, they gonna be mad this time, huh?
Aiyyo I got my man
Kay Slay up in the house
Harlem, you know what it is , whats good?
You know how we get down,
East side,
El BarrioEl barrio up in this bitch, aiyyo
KayThis bitch blowing up my motherfuckin phone right now
Man, fuck hold up, hol, yo man
Yo sonWhats good?
I gotta tell you like my dog told me
When you meet a chick, you gotsta straight slap her
Slap her?Yeah, when you first meet her, just slap her
Off the bat?
Off the bat, just backhand
Whys that, though?
Cause later on down the line
You aint never gotsta to worry about
That chick telling you'Cam, you dont treat me the way you used to'
Thats what
Im sayin nigga
But see the thing is with me
I dont understand how a bitch could go out
Rain, sleet, snow, fuck, suck whoever
And then go give another nigga her fucking money
Knaw I mean?
Nah cam, you gotta understand
Thats cause ya game is tight
Oh no, nah, not me
Ka, Im talking about another nigga
I know my game is tight, nigga, know
I mean?We getting ready set this shit the fuck off
Jones, where we at, huh?
Harlem, harlem, harlem
Yo, yo, I advise you to step son
For I fuck ya moms,make you my step son
Yall be calling me daddy, cause
The 'Rag Muffin' yall soon say
Yall fuck around with brother
NumsayYall gonna see doomsday
Im a savage but colder
Now I rock karrots that
Im olderSee this parrot on my shoulder?
He do the talking,
I aint concerned with words
Act up and be returned to the birds
I return with them birds, any 28 grams
A bitch that
I touch, pretty much turns to birds
I be in Miami,
Bow Ca Baton, pokin ya moms
Hauntin ya aunt all over the dawn
Using a dope then
Im gone back
Cobacabana, no joke
Im bananas
Cops come for dope, its a damper
Im low in
Atlanta, get hot, go to
SavanaRush the crib, go in the hampter
Dont follow me,
StanaIf you do,
Im blowin the hammer
Thatll rip that vest apart, hit ya chest and heart
I aint finished, thats just the start
Youll be calling for back up, praying for help
Fuck my life,
Im taking myself
All the achin
I feltIn my crib at night, praying for wealth
Bitches dissin, 'Whats the problem ma? I aint ballin'
Now every ten minutes, hos prank callin
Yo cam, fuck all this rap shit, man
Lets get down to business, harlem
Okay, its good, lets poppin nigga
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