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CamRon by Lyrics: Where The Fuck You At LYRICS and Notandum
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Add date:
06/07/2009
Publishing date:
06/07/2009
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Lyrics Original text:
Move 'em in move 'em out
Trapped in shoot it out
Bone a whore
Corner store
Want it raw
On the floor
Tie 'em up lie 'em down
Fuck yall niggas crying now
Killer Cam
Side town
Fuck yall niggas ridin' round
Creep wit da toast
Keep it close
Never know when you'll see da gross
From my yaht you'll see coast
From my block you'll see toast
Love da way I grab dat cash
Now I laugh
You love the way I smack dat ass
Backflash
You'll sniff foul powder
Over clam chowder
Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
While we listenin' to wild salsa
La la bomba
Come through in the Hummer
La la bomba
Face down ass up
That's the way we like to fuck
After that pucker up
Babygirl we like to suck
Sucker what
Never duck
That's not what my hoods about
Hood without a doubt
So bitch put it in your mouth
Chorus
Where da fuck you at
Bust your gat
Where da fuck you at
Do yall niggas sell crack
Where da fuck you at
Got a fat stack
Where da fuck you at
Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? Bitch betta have my money
Where da fuck you at
Aiyo
I spit spit flow flow
Get get doe doe
Switch switch yo yo
Sick sick fo-four
Swing swing click click
Drug game big brick
Swing swing big dick
Pretty thing thick chick
cock cock nice nice
shot shot twice twice
Now I gotta slice slice
Rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold
Bitches wanna Volvo
Woo shit was wo wo
Now we got dat cocoa
Tram tram palm palm
Chicks call it swanton
Of course we all suit
And we all cute
Yo Queet call Kose
Bitch over here frotin'
Yo I want they're jaw loose
We got more troops
Get you hauled off juice
Stop frontin' yo
You ain't sawed off proof
Whips whips cost cost
Six six floss floss
Big big boss boss
Get get lost lost
Chorus
Aiyo I need da type of girl
That's in love wit her cash
Get knocked together
Look at each other and laugh
Get a key
She like cut it in half
Get a in beef
She like da fuck is my bag
Take cover and laugh
Real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies
Smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
Bitch caught him in da Rover
Scared 'em aired 'em
Kiete la voka
Goin' to da gun range
Her hobby is rape
Girls lookin' at her jewels
Like they gotta be fake
Plus a brand new jeep
Leather brand new seats
Wit da dishes real deep
Nah, Cam too cheap
Yall can't flow wit dat
Bang it out throw it back
Ain't no here we go wit dat
Grabbin' on here lower back
Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
Uh uh uh
Now take that bitch
Chorus
Lyrics Notandum:
Mobile 'time in the mobile' time
Trapped in the film by
Bone prostitutes
Corner store
Want of raw materials
On the floor
Rail 'time lies' em down
Damn yall niggas crying now
Killer cam
Party City
Damn yall niggas ridin 'round
Toast the wisdom of large creep
Close
Never know when you will see the total value of
I yaht from the coast you'll see
Block from my toast and you will see
I love big cash grab data
Now, I laugh
You love me you suck ass
Backflash
You can sniff out foul powder
In the clam chowder
Yall little rascals, such as alfalfa
While we listenin 'Wild Salsa
Shangri-la bomba
Hummer through
Shangri-la bomba
Face down behind the
This is the hell we want to
After a wrinkled
Babygirl we need to smoke
What sucker
Never duck
This is not about my Hood
There is no doubt Hood
Therefore, the female put it in your mouth
Choir
Where the hell you up to
Bust your water
Where the hell you up to
Yall niggas do not sell crack
Where the hell you up to
Fat stack
Where the hell you up to
Xu is not a damn thing funny
Why Female fighting fish have my money
Where the hell you up to
Aiyo
More than spit out the saliva flow
Access to be Peas
¤è¤èswitch
Sick leave Buddha 4
Swing swing click click
Drug game big brick
Swing swing big Dick
Beautiful thick chicken
Good cock bad cock
Two shot twice
Now I have a chip
Rock rock ice ice
Drick drink old gold
Son of a bitch to Volvo
Yu is dog feces
Now, we get the data cocoa
Palm Palm tram tram
Swanton cock
Of course, we all proceedings
We are all lovely
Yo Queet high wire
Here bitch frotin '
Yo I think they loose chin
We have more troops
You catch juice
Stop frontin '¤è
Did you saw the proof of
The cost of leather whips
Six six floss floss
Big boss big boss
Get lost lost
Choir
Aiyo I need major types of girls
This is the wisdom of love her cash
Together to obtain
Take a look at each other laugh
Access to a key
She would like to reduce by half the
Access to beef
Like hell she is my big bag
To take the coverage and laughter
Real prestiges
Big Mac around the death of wisdom
Diez slapping
Reasons, he said, Notre Dame chocha Shangri-La
Female dogs in his Rover
Fear of 'broadcast, the time
Kiete Shangri-La voka
Brian 'the scope of the big guns
Her hobby is rape
Girls to find, in her jewelry
As their love is fake
Together with the new Jeep
Brand new leather seats
Wit real deep dish
Luo, Cam too cheap
Yall can not be the wisdom of the data flow
Throw it back to help
Is not in this context, we go to the wisdom of the data
Grabbin 'on here lower back
To find 'I think she can take dog feces
Uh ah uh
Now this bitch
Choir
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