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camquarter - back up lyrics

[chorus]

round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got friend
i told her her bring plenty
my n+ggas they up
and they coming wit me
we run up them numbers
and stacking the fetty
i got a habit, i’m chasing a sack
laying it down i’m making it back
laying it down i’m making it back
i’m laying it down and getting it back

round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got a friend
i told her bring plenty
my n+ggas they up
and they coming wit me
we run up them numbers
and stacking the fetty
i got a habit, i’m chasing a sack
laying it down i’m making it back
laying it down i’m making it back
i’m laying it down and getting it back
round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got a friend
i told her bring plenty
my n+ggas they up
and they coming wit me
we run up them numbers
and stacking the fetty
i got a habit, i’m chasing a sack
laying it down i’m making it back
laying it down i’m making it back
i’m laying it down and getting it back

[verse 1]

i keep it on me
n+gga add the pounds on
if we making money that’s a milestone
and we blowing cheesy till it’s all gone
i’m the bad wolf, know my lungs strong
i’ll be up until the night
keeping plugged
they got talent but they not keeping up
save some b+tches for tonight
make them touch
bl++dy+handed n+ggas
so i’m still stuck
and i’m still finessing
n+ggas told me take a break
cause i’m stressing
had to keep my cool
my temperature check it
i’m rolling sevens
cause it close to eleven
chilling, sippin’ kicking sh+t like it’s tekken
had to cut off all me exes they begging
bring some b+tches
come in free is they naked
if they ain’t stripping
then you gon get to stepping
my head is spinning so just give me a second

[chorus]

get the bag and imma get up attack
get me mad
i’m giving techs like a ref
labels calling
tell them send me a check
if it come up short
then tell em send me the rest
f+ck the body
girl what’s good wit the neck?
she a scholar but the brain is a mess
this life ain’t healthy
better get me some rest
if this ain’t right then i’m just taking a left

[verse 2]

like a take
finessed it
want it bad
well that’s outta the question
take it off in the rocket i’m blasting
never texting
that’s a habit i’m maxing
louie on me
like what’s up wit the fashion?
they want money
that’s a check that i’m cashing
say she coming with a friend
then i’m smashing
want a feature
best believe that i’m taxing
sleeping on me
told her shake it
she gon ride if i let her
shordy wetter then a shot under pressure
she want the meat
i give her beef like it’s checkers
my team gon make it to the top
we together we keep it pushing
where the salt and the pepper
don’t get the message then return it to sender
you sharing verses so return to the lender
you n+ggas shaky switching up
like the weather

[chorus]

(round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got a friend
i told her bring plenty

round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got a friend
i told her bring plenty

i told her bring plenty

round number two
feel like i’m empty
she got a friend
i told her bring plenty )

- camquarter lyrics

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