Cam'ron

Cam'ron

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  • Cam'ron Bubble Music Lyrics

           

    (but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh



    [verse 1]

    mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly

    i'm on butter pirelli's

    wit' purple and yellow, hello

    thats butter and jelly

    i flip butter on celly's

    all right in front of the deli

    holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly

    (and what else) and i got hella gear

    my earring is nice the price

    3 townhomes in delaware

    uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce

    hip hop hooray i got to get

    that yayo off

    thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the

    ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash

    still stop and i laugh, ma put

    them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab

    play you for what

    you gon' play yourself

    ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself

    and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog

    don't play with your health.



    [chorus]

    mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em',

    oral...choke em' and choke em'

    i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but

    the cops say i'm



    [verse 2]

    i get fresh from

    yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon

    stop it, my closet, macy's mens department

    pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it

    get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

    fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy

    got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey

    you'll get hurt play me

    burp let the dirt chase me

    every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know

    some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in

    the clinic, no student can heal shit

    better than college, after that, students home

    at least after your bid, ain't no student loans

    to pay back, jack, ask

    what do you condone

    hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome

    now they done juiced marone??

    knock, knock are you at home

    i'm a call he, girls call the crib

    and ask are you alone

    .....killa



    [chorus]



    [verse 3]

    we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe

    we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato

    just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

    watch sanford in son

    i'm like the buzz in rolo

    afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow

    got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro

    we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo

    now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana

    i don't razor wrist's

    i keep eighths of piff

    the games and the chick

    like kobe imma rape the bitch

    razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth

    d on the block just like jadakiss

    haters shift, plead the fifth, spray

    the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa

    dipset, dipset



    [chorus]

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