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camoflaw – fantasy magazine lyrics

(verse 1)
i pull this sh+t out, it’s a semi+auto
if i got it on me then i’m letting it blow
i never get caught with none of my hoes
if she got a friend, they both coming over
you see the ocean on me, it’s a homer
i needed some air, drop the top off the rover
i’m fresh and i’m clean, its hitting the spleen
she five foot three, then she with the team
anything higher or lower, it’s weak
and i hit a strain of the indica weed
if i get a joint then i pass it to t
we getting money by hitting arenas
freshened my toe in the balenciaga
i pull on her hair, and then i say “yaga”
and then i just pull up and shoot at your partner
doot doot doot, i never play with the clip
the magazine vacant, i empty this sh+t
40 new rounds, stuck in that b+tch
yeah, it’s stuck in this b+tch
so when i pull up it’s already in
i’m making way too many songs
so most of this sh+t go straight to the bin
i’m living my life like a fantasy
i never wake up to follow my dreams
cause i’m already just living it
i never think about who i should be
switch it up, f+ck is he saying
you on the bench, i’m in the game
you gotta know that we not the same
ray charles tint, can’t see my face
she wanna pull up and see how it tastes
i told her i’m busy laughing to the bank
get to the money, i’m pulling a heist
i hit it once, so i hit it twice
i fill the double cup up with the ice
and i get it cracking, don’t play with this sh+t
if he wanna squabble, then i’m with the sh+ts
i pull up and turn you to dust like a trick
(verse 2)
i keep it tucked in, real nice
i make a bad b+tch think twice
you love to step in high heels, right?
well i love to make a b+tch switch sides
i’m in the cullinan, painted white
this b+tch a carrot hoe, get sliced
i put my fit on, i get right
then i go hit your b+tch in the night
i put this sh+t on, its amiri
dressing in all white, it’s scary
yeah, sweet hoes, blueberry
i got a sweet fit, its burberry
she got that platyp+ssy, it’s perry
you not the type of b+tch i would marry
but i would still pop that f+cking cherry
i keep the tommy on me like jerry
i keep the ak, it’s a black one
got a new b+tch, she a bad one
say a hoe that i haven’t done
if you want a problem, you can get one
they raven ’bout me like jackson
new b+tch, she italian
she gripping on my new calvins
then i get right to that action

- camoflaw lyrics

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