Cam'ron

[fox69]

"On Fire Tonight"

"On Fire Tonight"


[Cam'ron] Wake your ass up
You know I'm looking for a whore
[Zeek] Word?
[Cam'ron] I found a whore
[Zeek] And?
[Cam'ron] And the whore ... ended up being a whore
[Zeek] You doing?
[Cam'ron] My man Zeek always told me a hoes gonna be a whore
Let a hoe fly
Let the birds fuckin' fly
Let 'em fly right Zeek?
[Zeek] They fucking fly away...
[Verse:]
I need a girl who can sing like Celina
Ass like Trina
Tits like Janet
Get beat like Tina
Have you seen her?
I mean, caked like Oprah chauffeur...
Keep the toast in the holster
Tell me have you seen her?
I did...
Yeah I found one
A little brown one
Then she down son
'cause she pushed the beamer
I should have knew something was up from the jump
When I passed ma the blunt
The bitch was a steamer
I ain't kidding I had weed to blow
I ain't feed the whore
We took a trip to Argentina
I don't know why I died
But pours I went fours inside the whore
I found she wasn't cleaner
Dirty bitch burnt me
That concerned me
Now I'm thirsty
I'm looking for a looking meaner
I'm gonna kill her when I see her
So tell me, have you seen her?
Tell me, have you seen her?
[Chorus:]
It's the girls with the pretty face
And the pretty rides
Pretty thighs
But what about the insides?
And that bitch is a liar and dike, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight...
It's the girls with the pretty face
And the pretty rides Pretty thighs, but what about the insides?
And that bitch is a liar and dike, I took the condom off and now it's on fire tonight...
[Verse:]
It's like treat her like a prostitute
Don't treat no girlie good don't show her your loot
Girl I see you riding wanna roll in the coo
See you with ice cream
Want to go for a scoop
I don't get mad
Tell her to blow on my flute
Before the I.E. you got it thrown on your crew
Droopy, sad, I read it, whooee I'm glad you done it
Sue me, what you mad I said it?
From front back side to side
Never let a broke ass female ride
I learned that down south from niggas in Texas
Before I drink up I big up big guesses
Imagine me get up against this
Get her a Lexis
You're figuring ... reckless
Baby I'm sexist
So back up, let me strap up before you give
Cam that clap up I'm gonna have to clack up
[Zeek speaking]
And why that nigga still going broke?
This is for my niggas out there that DO use a condom
For the first night...
Then go brawl all the other times
Where the psychological sense in that player?
You need to wash your face, get your mind right
Girls up here is burning
Bitch burnt the braids off my nigga the other week....
Yeah, yeah, I know what to do
I'm gonna get the pussy ATM started
Before anything happens your gotta swipe your pussy across this board
Let you know what's going on
What type of temperature you running
Cause I can't stand niggas running out here to the clinic sitting down talking bout 'I ain't
nuttin Zeek, I'm over here gettin condoms'
Nigga, I seen you break the door down running to the nurse talking bout help me, help ME
You damn right I'm gonna help you
I'm gonna hang your stupid ass right in front of the damn clinic
[Chorus in background]
The hell you gonna come running 'my girls got a venereal disease Huh! her pussy lighting up like a light bulb...'
Talking about a light bulb...
Shit
A light bulb?
Tell you what, engineer, venereal decease is going on down there
It's crazy...
Ladies is crazy
I'm gonna write a book on how stupid niggas is
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Prophecy"
(feat. Kelly Price)

"Prophecy"
(feat. Kelly Price)



[Kelly Price]
Hmmm, hmmm
Ohhh, on and on and on

[Cam' Ron]
Yo, yo, yo, yo,
Yo, why stay here when all y'all don't play fair
Wanna disrespect slit cha neck, spit the tech (Ohhh)
Yellin' out baby hit da deck and all the people
See my face on all y'all TV's
Laid out like Castellano on a war with Thoebe (Ohhhh)
To my family y'all all the greedy
Yeah my mother, I can't judge her
I love her, but trust her, she a sucka (Ohhh)
Went D-Rugs when I turned around
Ready to lock her in the liquor store and burn it down
Or at least give her a tumor to kill the rumors (Yeahhh)
How she a coke consumer, and my girl too slick
Acting goody two shoes like she don't do spit (Ohhh)
I knew it, no bluffin, no fussin or nothin
After all, I'm the one that was up in her cousin (Hmmm)
But she got a girl in her world
F a boyfriend, I don't know if I'm mad or if I should join in
Like the movie flicks (Ohhh)
And all my trickers wit hoochie slit (Ohhh)
I tell 'em you be quick
My grandmother need her rubies fixed
And some Gucci chips
She think I'm paid cause she heard me with the Fugee clique (Ohhh)
All the money she want
I tell her sue me quick
Why don't you shoot me quick
Do it tasteful and gratefully, hateful
My grateful behalf (Hmmm)
Now my girl is crying pregnant
Look it and laugh (Ohhh)
No, and I ain't seen 'em last in a year and a half
But they hand open
Prepared for the cash (Yeahhh)
Ch'all don't offend me, my ends be
Buried out in the Indies, too bad I'm stingy (On and on)

[Chorus]
[Throughout chorus]

On and on away we'll fall (On)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes, yeaahh)
On and on the pained ones say(On and on, ohhhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are(We are sooo fragile)

[Cam' Ron]
Yo
Yo, yo (Yeaah)
Yo, you got a best friend, me too, mine's in heaven
My man Blood Deedee left in '97 (Ohhh)
C'mon how that sound, yo
Put my man in the ground, yo
Cause he let a girl be his downfall
We would slide together
In a ride together (Ohhhh)
What you know about Blood, even my endeavors
How we cried together, vowed to lie together
I wish I was in the whip, we could of died together (Ohhh)
Like the charm, love is gone, I ain't bleedin
But I got blood on my arm
Cause what happen when you die
You miss one or two treats
One or two weeks
One or two beeps
One or two peeps (Ohh)
Cats like you
Miss one or two freaks
Them hoes gon' cry
For one or two weeks (Yeahhh)
My life is like a car race
No brakes, just gas
Goin real fast
Probably land in a crash (Ohhh)
Like my cousin, perhaps, for a dozen and black
Harlem buzzin the fact, prayin I wasn't the cat (Yeahhh)
But haters lovin the fact, can't stay on my toes
And I be layin in low, y'all be blazin my hoes (Ohhhh)
Yeah, I sound wet
But lounge yet
Playa lay it down bet
Y'all be tryin to J and I ain't even in the ground yet (Hmmm)
And from the first I put my heart in it
I love you Blood Deedee (I love you)
I'll see you in a minute (Ohhh)

[Chorus]
[Throughout chorus]

On and on away we'll fall (Sometimes some fall)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (And the paain)
On and on the pained ones say (Sometimes it hurts so bad, ohhhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (Ohhh, onnn)

On and on away we'll fall (Ohhhhh, yeahh)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (From a child, yeahhh)
On and on the pained ones say (On and on, yeahh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (oh yeahh)

On and on away we'll fall (We go on, on and on)
Like tears from a child, like tears from a child (Sometimes we get lonely,
sometimes we get sad, but we go on)
On and on the pained ones say (Yeahhh)
How fragile we are, how fragile we are (We are soooo fragile, ohhhh)

 

[fox69]

"Put A Bird Up"
(with Vado)

"Put A Bird Up"
(with Vado)



[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
In Hawaii at the Luau mang
Honolulu, boo boo, we do our thang
Do your thang, uh huh, true I slang
African diamonds, Luol Deng
You never seen profit? My whole team got it
Blue jeans, red trim, green pockets
Black broad, black card, black wallet
Grey Boots, sweat suit, I'm that brolic
Caesar top, getting diva top
Been around the world but I can't leave the block
Click nine, slick rhymes, the chick fine
Don't like me, but stand in WIC line
Look good so I hit her with a quick line
"Take my watch, hit me up when you get time"
Some sniff dimes, some pitch dimes
Get yours cause I'm a get mine

[Hook: Vado]
Ayyo I be a fly homie, 550 drive homie
See you waiting at the bus stop; need a ride, homie?
Now I walk around with that 3 to 5 homie
Once I cut the middleman went from 3 to 5, homie!
Roll that herb up, got it? put a bird up
Pretty with a firm butt, I Blackberry Curved her

[Verse 2: Vado]
I ain't no superhero but I'm coming to save y'all
Pray that it's safe y'all
Fly with no cape on
Driving with Drake on
Keep a sportscar like Akon
All-black: blowing chicks' minds like napalm
All that. Wait til my man home (GUDDA!)
Saying my name wrong
Vado, I came strong
Hate that I ain't on
As they wait on (YES!)
Like Trey Songz, "Success" my fav song
Ball like Rajon, The course is way long
Boss don't make wrongs
We talk and shake, uh
Porsche got State Farm
Straight thong, you don't want it
Keep eating, like it's a tapeworm in my stomach
More ass than Slay mags
Poppin' Hermes tags
Coppin' Rosé mags
Gloves and the facemask
Duck fast when Jake pass
E class, triple grey with red brakepads

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Vado]
Hang him from a chopper like Sosa
Say "Hi" to V? No sir
Proppin' the sofa, the block on my shoulders
Approach us? It won't happen, we soldiers
La Cosa Nostra, leaves of the coca
Please, you so butt
I squeeze, you froze up, LVs is low cut
You teasin? So what?
My team just drove up
K, you authentic but see we pro-cuts in 4+

[Cam'ron:]
The jewelry I play ring around the rosie with it
New S-Class; damn, I look cozy in it
No picture, but yeah, a nigga pose in it
No blinkers, chest, put a whole in it
Look at ma's feet, look at ma's thighs
And her face too... double D her bra size
She's steak fries
Sweet as egg pies
Make cake rise, up in my fav five

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Remember Game"
(feat. Mimi)

"Remember Game"
(feat. Mimi)



[Cam'ron:]
I been going thru this bullshit too long
My ex don't know the definition of move on
She ran down on me like, "Cam, I heard your new song"
You hot now, oh you done forgot, you was luke-warm
You done forgot, son, you done forgot, son
You from the block, son, I was with you on the ave selling hot ones
Trips to Ohio and back, who rolled shotgun?
It was me, I-7-6, I-8-0, I-9-5 in a Datsun
Where you gonna find another bitch like me, nowhere 'cause its not one
So I asked her, what is this all about?
Are we playing the remember game?
Are we playing the remember game? (shh)
Some things will never change
You slept on that mattress, who bought you that better frame?
You was made at your gut, right, tummy tuck, who paid for a better frame?
Or maybe perhaps when your mother had a relapse
Who talked to her all night? All night, walked her right into rehab
Like a debt I cleaned her up, when Scotty wanted to beam her up
And when I park the Beamer up, who was right behind me? Girl, in a Beamer truck
Or when your brother put hands on you, who came thru with the flamer to steam him up?
We ran in the house with the guns and the mask, wait
Can't even talk about that, I don't wanna talk about that
But why girl would you flush 5 ki-los right down the toilet like that?
Good thing the Mexicans trust me with the work, boy
Might of been in Mexico, buried down in the dirt, boy
What I do next week (what I do?) even though I almost left earth, boy
Bought you every color bag, green, red, turquoise
So I ask you, are we playing the remember game, huh?
Are we playing the remember game?
High top, low top, Gucci, Louis, bracelets rings and some better chains
Me you can never game, girl, you need some better aim
And there are some things that you know I will never name
I don't give a fuck though
[Mimi:]
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Who held you down when you did that bid?
When you caught that charge, had to raise our kid
Five years up in buffalo, never let you go
On that bus every weekend
I was bagin', it cookin' it, puttin' that work in
Holdin' that hammer, do you remember?
Remember when they ran up in the crib, tied me up for six hours
They had a gun to my head, when I called you I was crying
Shot you in front of me, what would I do if I was to lose you?
Did you forget that? 'Cause I will never
You remember when I took that loss
I used my inheritance, my savings and everything so you could be up again
You was down for a minute, played my position, 'cause I knew you would win
You had violated me, more than once
Bitches calling, texting my phone
(That was my cousin)
Nigga that wasn't your cousin, everybody your fuckin' cousin
(Deadass)
No, that was some other hoe
Thought I was gonna [?], or I'd never know
Your lucky I didn't get ratchet and go get the ratchet
She'd be in a casket or wrapped up in plastic
And left where the trash is
You don't want the madness
'Cause shit can get drastic
Had me thinkin' it was just us
Finding lip gloss, panties in the car
Playing the remember game, are we playing the remember game?
So why you acting like you don't remember names
When my homegirl saw you leaving a three-hour telly
With that bitch you told me not to worry about
You was mad when I found out
Made her get rid of that baby
'Cause you know I was crazy
10 years trying to play me
Had me fighting your bitches
Thought I was the only one you'd miss
When you would give me those kisses on my forehead
Those back rubs little long strokes from the back
Pulling and grabbing my hair
Choking me cause I like that
Doing it everywhere yeah, I remember that

 

[fox69]

"Ric Flair"
(feat. Vado)

"Ric Flair"
(feat. Vado)



[Vado:]
School of hardknocks I'm more valued then the principal
These niggas got no morals, values, or principles
Listen you, what you saying I can't listen to
Stop it, my bank better off robbing municipal
Its difficult to break bread when there's too many birds
I couldn't hear what you said, you used too many words
Four lift, three quarter that did too many [?]
Me in Timbs, the BM's, we hustled on the curbs
Yall diligent with the Dillinger
Done with the D, I'm Mr. C like the finisher
Get rid of ya, send ya home like you a visitor
Fall back Ma if I ain't feelin ya, I ain't feelin ya
Only the feds the kid fear
Find me in multiples of niggas with dreads and big beards
Rip, tear, just hit me up when you get near
5 for 22 I'm like WOOO, Ric Flair

[Cam'Ron:]
Yo, lets get clear, white airs, slick gears
My fingers right in a bitch ear
Damn, buried him, I get the fifth tear
Musical chairs, yall can't sit here
But besides that, yall dudes should lie back
Ain't nothing funny, so dead all the wise tracks
When you get hit with a pipe back, fight back, I like that
Put you next door to Mike Jack
Roomate: Redfox, I'm from Lenox
My Jamaicans, rudeboys, Lennox
We bumpin in, (where?) the Comfort Inn
100 thousand in the duffle, dump it in
Not double dutch, the weed jumping in
Fair one, come on yall acting dumb again
And in the trap hood, yall better act good
Well treat you like leaves and roll your ass in the Backwoods

[Vado:]
Get it clear, if you want it we get it in
Need more then six pairs I'm like WOOO, Ric Flair
Listen here, no longer we pitching hairs
The wrong application you better get a different career
Get it clear, if you want it we get it in
Need more then six pairs I'm like WOOO, Ric Flair
Listen here, no longer we pitching hairs
The wrong application you better get a different career

 

[fox69]

"Rockin' And Rollin'"
(feat. J.D.)

"Rockin' And Rollin'"
(feat. J.D.)



[J.D.] Lets rock and roll baby
[Cam'Ron] Killa Cam
[J.D.] Yea
[Cam'Ron] So So Def
[J.D.] Y'all know
[Cam'Ron] Untertainment
[J.D.] Y'all know
[Cam'Ron] I'm here now
[J.D.] Come on

Ey yo you wonder who I are
I guzzle up at the bar
But you see me in the car that start with the double R
Range Rover, Rolls Royce even got a Rocky Rolly
See more ice than a hockey goalie
Baby eating guacamolie
I did without
Now I live it out
Cars got to whip it out
Every year I get it out
Why I be long gone
Where maybe Hong Kong
Girls with their thong on
I'm playing Don Juan
Drinking Char Don
Where the trauma
You smoke weed what you think girl uh huh
Start the car up
Take her on a long ride
Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side
No I'm sorry
This is the Ferrari
Lemon like Bacardi
Rock with safari
But la de la de
We like to party
And every night believe we going to leave with somebody

[CHORUS]
We be rockin' and rollin'
Now we rollin' and smokin'
On the phone and we chokin'
While you strollin' and hopin'
For the tone which you spoke in
And I know that you're open
Pour some Branson lie and a brand new five
Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam we be live

Ey yo come on girlfriend I ain't no act of willy
So when you around here don't be acting silly
Ask her did he
Come on I got teh baddest biddies
Ass is pretty
Like hoes down in Magic City
Now you smoke hoes and the coco
Niggas say I'm loco
Cause I'm low low from the puffo
Every night I stroke hoes
No no for homos
F doing promos
I was Def already I just added to So So
Wherever we at
Ready to act
Better be strapped
I live the life around me
Whoever is telling me that
And when it come to the cash
Bet I'm heavy with that
If your man want to bet
Bet he be cracked
And your little girlfriend
She was wet off the bat
From the Chevy tonight
Yo i'll bet she be back
For the one night stand
Yea the sex in the sack
Yo I ask her if she miss it
Then I tell her to kiss it
Come on

[CHORUS]

Ey yo your girl around me thats like sand to a beach
Or a gram to a K
Or a branch to a tree
Your money
Thats my advance to cheat
And you'll see me and Lance to the V
Yea acting wild
Jimmy back me child
How long you think an ounce gonna last me now
But I love when hoes call me
The cats meow
Cause I run up in them and I make their cat meow
Are you hip to the dive
How we get to teh thighs
Half of my game yo that shit be a lie
But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the five
And I'm right behind him in a coup that we drive
Baby am i slick
Oh your friends are sick
To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks
And my clique
We get the dank and bounce
And put another half a mil in my bank account

[CHORUS]

[J.D.] Untertainment
So So Def
Collabo
You know
Yea

 

[fox69]

"Rude Boy (Skit)"

"Rude Boy (Skit)"


[phone rings]
[Cam'ron] Hello
[Jamacain Male] Yo dis Cam'ron
[Cam'ron] Yo who dis
[Jamacain Male] Yo what the blood-clot u mean who dis, yo bregerin word roun here is ya fuck de pum pum star
[Cam'rom] yo pum pum
[Jamacain male] what do u mean thats my pum pum dats my gyal ya dig out her stomac star u betta watch your self star massive ne play games
[Cam'ron] whats your pum pum dog
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin me naw go tell u again star dat a my pussy u fe leave, yo u betta watch u self, self
[Cam'ron] who da fuck is you talkin bout dog, what are you talkin' 'bout now
[Jamacain male] bregerin word roun ye se is ya mingle with mi ting star me na take dem type of tings star strait up and down bregerin
[Cam'ron] yo kiss my ass blood-clot
[Jamacain male] alright bregerin watch when I kick it star [Cam'ron laughing] nuf tings a gwan
[Cam'ron] get off da bitch dick fuck da bitch man she on my dick anyway why you callin me about a girl dats on my dick rasta
[Jamacain male] yo bregerin rude boy shotas ne play with dem queens star
[Cam'ron] wait, wait, wait rude boy shotas u done see shotas n u done call me with dis Jamacian shit get the fuck out of here man
[Jamacain male] well den fuck off boy [Cam'ron laughing] watch when u fuck up boy tings a pop your dis respectin massive me na take dat lightly
[Cam'ron] get the fuck out of here

 

[fox69]

"Shake"
(feat. JR Writer)

"Shake"
(feat. JR Writer)



Killa! Jones! Freaky! Santana! Come on!
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (Uh!)
Shake, shake, shake (uh!)

[Verse 1 - Cam'Ron]
Yo, who wanna mess with me, or come mess with me
Be a mess to clean, call me Mr. Clean
The way I glitz and gleam, trigger team
Click the Beam, hit the fiend (?) on me
Lookin like I'm nicotine
But it's all for the green like Listerine
Had to diss the queen thinkin I'm gon' get her jeans
I ain't Ginuwine, ma, my mission's mean
All my nigga team fix the fix get the cream
I sit in Bahamas, with Alyssa Milano
Got the Crist' and the ghanga and its gettin un-karma
Comma, now she cryin she missin her mama
Just a steppin stone for me now I'm hittin Madonna
And she twistin the fauna as we sit in the sauna
Guess it's just my persona, got her kissin my condom

[Chorus]
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and lick your lips
We're the Dip, so cut the shit
Ma twist your hips and lick your lips

[Bridge - Cam'Ron]
Ma you straight frontin', let's get the date jumpin
See your booty panties, ma shake something
Shake something, shake something
Shake-shake, shake shake something

[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]
And I got some girls, bout five or six
And a five and six, about five or six
I surprise the chick, that's when her eyes get lit
Let her drive the whip, see if she ride a stick
Who as live as this? My pool size is sick (sick)
But swim in my pants and dive for dick
They call me Moby, my pos-i-tive
Tell them free Willy if your thigs are thick
And your ass if fat and your head is right
And your dough is good, we can smash tonight
Right here in the car, ma, at the light
If you ask for cash, oh I'm mad for life
Kiss ass, you dyke, and I'm fast to fight
If you get mad, (??) grab a bite (what?)
Or I stab it light and we'll grab a bite
Is it crab you like? Lobster appetite

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - JR Writer]
In front of the club, drops, coups and trucks
I'ma front in the club with a hundreds of studs
A gun and some bud through the metal detector
The metal detect ya, settle and wet 'cha
I don't mettle with extra, you fakes and clowns
I walk in and get out of the club safe and sound
Silencer, dog, how safe it sound?
I got apes and hounds, he just pace around
And I'll lace you down, but I'm lookin for
A Manahttan ho or a Brooklyn whore
A Bronx biatch that'll let me look and explore
Up front but beat around the bush for sure
'Til the tush is sore, hit it doggy style
Get it doggy style, you know you doin your style
I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more
A VIP up between the bathroom stalls

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

 

[fox69]

"Shanghai"

"Shanghai"


[Cam'ron]
Shut the fuck up punk!
Give me that shit!
You feel sorry for who!!
Gave you head before I stormed in
Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in
I'm here to win
Every mornin
I'm yawnin
While ya'll are boardin
The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
Meat, rice, and poultry
We all know how you get your money
Don't insult me
Shutup
For me not steppin
You can fault me
Yeah, I chill
But we are about to split this muthafucka
Like SugarHill
See your man
He thinks he's wise
Tell him chill
He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
Yo, I'm related to him
And I'll put eight through him
When I skate though him
And my co-d
I don't think you know is take to him
And before it's over
I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma
And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
Than we both can bone her
Real quick, real sick
Pull out dick
Then nigga go on and riff
I'll have this whole fuckin clip
On some raw dog shit
Close that gate
It's time to negotiate
Now your store really could fulfill my needs
Got now and later seeds
Niggas need dungarees
We in the middle of Harlem
What we need for them ski's
That's the coverup nigga
For the weed, guns, and keys
But ya'll is gettin live though
I ain't gonna cry yo
I just wanna get paid off, nigga
Like five-0
[Chorus - 2x]
In America the product is coke and weed
In China, the product is dope and speed
The Columbians got the coca leaves
But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme
[Cam'ron]
Now your store grose
A mil' a week
And my niggas on the block
Yo, we feel is sweet
But we been livin here forever
Can you feel our beat
So give us half
Or I guarantee baby
You gonna feel the heat
And I'm a little bit high
Save a little and you die
Send a blizzard through your store
In the middle of July
So if you wanna chat
We can
If you wanna scrap
We can
But I feel like Jackie Chan
Exactly man
Kong Fu
Murder thoughts like John Woo
I'm here for Bi
Not to con you
Now it's a done deal yo
There ain't no bluffin kid
And tell your wife don't move
I know where that button is
Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
That's petty black
Matter of fact get out the way
I know where that maschetti at
Give me that
Blamm!!!
That's when the chink goes flip
Then grabs me like Spock
On some Bruce Lee shit
And his wife had a grenade
That's when my niggas sprayed
And in a puddle of blood
Is where that bitch laid
But this ain't have to happen yo
Man you see the weed for real
Nigga let me go!
Back up off me!
Damn that was a close one
Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son
That's Word to mutha!
You don't know how deep we are
Give them them tapes
Ya'll got VCR's
Yeah, three of 'em
But back to the topic
My deal to the floor
In a week
I can bring about 10 thou to the store
Yeah, I know I know I know
That's not near to what your crew had
But we doin this together
Nigga that's too bad
Now here's the deal either take it or leave it
Cause see these guns
We can take it or squeeze it
Now everything is set up
Right?
I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight
You know meya, the nigga wit China white
They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight
They kind of tight
Now if I here things behind the hype
I'll put a contract on your life
And you sign it right
The first day
So have my money Thursday
Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
In the worst way
[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Silky (No Homo)"

"Silky (No Homo)"


[Verse 1]
They call me broke goose, up on me
I'll leave you salty, clean like a bofty
So girl... Yeah you boo, let me introduce you
To a new crew, not familiar, ain't what you used to
Hit Aruba, put it on youtube
Let your ex-man see your new dude
And new purse, and new shoes
Tell em I win, haha you lose
Dice game I fill up the bank
Yo ex-man cant fill up your tank
Damn that's mad triffe, talking bout the gas price
All I do is look and say damn that's a sad life
He bake beans just add rice
No soft drinks, just mad ice
Now you waiting in the cold for the bus
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
No delaying, ma stop playing
I'm not playing but I'm saying
What you saying are you staying
Yeah I'm staying if you paying
Huh what you say
[Verse 2]
Yall know me, bomb hoe's, condo's
Crystal, Calico, Dom Mo
Oh yeah, few John Doe's
I'm on point like Rondo
Get it here hurry up like pronto
No no, no need convo
And the raptors, Toronto
Play with me you'll get your lawn mowed
In dawn mode, that's code red
No cars girl, got to moped
Shout out to all my dope heads
They made me rich, yeah more bread
Now go head, for your head gone
Fucked one girl, my bread long
Got damn girl, your legs long
She went down, she head strong
Dude unlock them cuffs, so ma can roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yo Gina, that's Clara
Yo clara, that's Sarah
Yo sarah, that's Tara
Call her, Ms. Mascara
But she give a mean blowjob
Go downtown, no prob
Getting beano's, did the whole mob
I don't work, no job
Redford, I go rob
Creme corn, no cob
Bo ho, Bo ho, go sob
That's your sob, oh god
Rascal buckwheat
Get braces, buckteeth
Zoom out, now your in the dust
Girl come roll with the rush, us!
[Chorus]