- Camron Monster Muzik 歌詞
- Camron
- Word up Rector!
I wasnt gonna say it again?
Word up, man its all good!
You dont gotta let us in your little shit!
You got that?
Keep that shit, man!
You could have it man.
WE GOOD! Killa! [Verse 1: CamRon]
See you like to front. (word!)
Me? I like to stunt. (true!)
I go for it on fourth down you the type to punt. (fuck that!)
I go for the homerun. -
You the type to bunt
No support stay in court twice a month. -
Light the blunt!
D.A.! - Flees and flies he breakin down them pizza pies (Mr. Pies!)
See my eyes, rolled up right now. -
Im facin three to five. (in Jersey!)
Assault charge, yeah granted - it was aggrevated
But you characters my character - wont assasinate it. (nope!)
Ha! - They had to hate it aggitated cash related (cash related!)
I tell your bitch: 'Grab my dick! Ha! Now masterbate it! '
Dont catch feelings man - how she not feelin
Cam? And look her by the waist feelin like a ceilin fan (you crazy!)
My girl Chanel should sell shit for
Chanel kicks hell
Split turn down 50 mill - on my
Chappelle, shit! (Chapelle, shit !)
Get your ice wet! -
Lay down that slight bet
Word my word heard youll get curved like a
Nike, check! [Interlude: Vado]
Check! Check!
Fly! Ayo, they call us the new
Harlem Knights, man!
We like Richard
Pryor and
Eddie! (man, dont fuckin with us!)
Three shots
Ill take his whole team out! (fire, man!)
Arsenioass niggas! (Huh?) [Verse 2: Vado]
You now lookin at the face of the new team (yes!)
No Plies!
Big faces in these true jeans! (HUH? ! )
I dont tie nor lace em keep some lose strings (all day!)
Tongue hangin son fakin in them two
Gs. She gon drop on two knees once she see the belt (huh?)
Im number one with the water
I need to meet with
Phelps. (Haaaaaa!)
Got my own corner! (Corner!) -
I dont need your help. (nah! )
Im doin everything like
I only need myself. (huh!)
A bit more thread
Id have the city sowed (sowed!)
Top down gettin head while on the
Bentley phone. (phone!)
Powder blue its all like the one that
Diddy owns (yeah!)
Ask Killa
I write +Thrillers+ like
Quincy Jones!
G4s speedboats and villa homes (homes!)
Fake pokin, yall chest out - yall silicones! (Haaaaa!)
Jeff Hamilton spurs level with silver phones (yes!)
Standin on the couch in mansions spillin
Rose. (Rose!)-
Homes! (Homes!) [12 seconds instrumental] [Verse 3:] [Vado:]
DAMN! See while
Im feelin myself? (See ?)
The market done changed and yall rappers still on the shelf? (things change!)
Quick to go for the
Eagles like
Im from Philadelph
I feel for yall health - fore
I pull your ice grill and get melt. (like chill!)
Shotty pump!
No ball get your body dumped (dumped!)
I dont brawl a phone call have your body slumped ! (HUH? !)
Queens stories heard em all from
Preme to Ronnie
Bump (yeah!)
Waitin on that four door
Porsche should be out in a month. [CamRon:]
With these keys
Im a wilderbeast (word!)
Nautica feel the fleece (Im feelin!)
I should shoot at the ground the way
I kill this beat. (true! )
No seatbelt but ma,
Ill unfacin it
Jag Coupe is lavender, today
Im playin passenger. (shotgun!) 'Killa' the signature (yes!) before that is the literature ( now!)
Pow was a baller hustler slash prisoner. (what else?)
But a good listener (ture!) - your wife
I might piss on her,
Christian her! -
Yeah thats how
Ill wizz it wizz on her. [beat stops]
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