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$camaurion - score lyrics

[intro: $camaurion]
mmm, mmm, 72, ayy

[verse 1: babytron]
when you see me hangin’ out that sunroof, i’m tryna send you to the moon
from the womb to the tomb
since baby food was in my spoon i was tryna get it
thirty shots in three+point+five, i think this lil’ b+tch kind of glitchin’
before i knew my abcs, was out here tryna get it
in the kitchen sweatin’ with some—, you’d think i’m fryin’ chicken
lyin’ ’bout he in a sp+ceship, his rap science fiction
bad habits with my double cup, i might just die addicted
i can see through the bullsh+t just like a skelly
he don’t want no smoke in here, gon’ treat it like a telly
you want a job? get a rental, have that license ready
christian loubies, sole on ’em lookin’ like spaghetti
multi+colored diamonds on my chain lookin’ like confetti
hotbox the cullinan, i treat this b+tch like a chevy
you want some beef? pull up then, we just like the deli
what i’m ridin’ with, it give me life just like some fetty

[verse 2: $camaurion]
you ain’t never seen my site, the debit hit like credit
off+white x on my back, b+tch, i ain’t an x+man
take the hit the road test, i know your ass gon’ fail it
i could slide like the [?] f+ck with the mailman
i ain’t into takin’ trips right now, my baby on tour
it ain’t sh+t to catch a flight, got sb dunks on
i ain’t f+ckin’ with the mics
right now, i’m back in the stores, ain’t f+ckin’ with the mic
b+tch, it’s [?] 72, i’m grabbin’ terabytes
dee’ll check a n+gga temp’, now he fahrenheit
boy, i’m f+ckin’ on your hoes, but ain’t no sharin’ mine
i’m just tryna get more phones, i’m out here clearin’ lines
i’ll clear the whole sixteen lines out a pint
all i really like is wock’, boy, you out here sippin’ pie
[verse 3: babytron & $camaurion]
i just scored on some quagen, now we gettin’ high
yohji yamamoto on my legs, i’m gettin’ fly
quagen straight as h+ll, i’m tryna score on some wock’
ain’t f+ckin’ with the ksubis, i’ll do the number nine
he be talkin’ mob sh+t, but can’t even up a five
i just gave my pop tint, you ain’t even drunk a line
my cup majin buu, y’all n+ggas sippin’ pine
we was punchin’ lyfts, you was askin’ for a ride
we was dumped up, you was askin’ for a slide
you was f+cked up, askin’ for a job
huh

- camaurion lyrics

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