a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

e.j.m - camel crush lyrics

[intro + ejm and old jugg]
okay!
old jugg on the beat

[verse + ejm]
stop it, just call it quits on the rap
your voice ain’t melodic, the beat was a trap (it’s what?)
you act like you got it by mumbling trash
don’t be surprised if you ain’t got the stats (nuh+uh)
some sh+t could happen at your bachelor pad
and you talking sh+t but you ain’t been in your bag (you ain’t)
you know i’m not into dissing and cr+p
if there’s one thing to talk ’bout, it’s probably that (it’s that!)
level up on ’em, legend in the arcade
pedals to the bottom like i never bought brakes
the way that they been treating this game, scratching it up
like they really only ever bought the hard case
competition stuck bеtween a rock and a hard place (stuck)
f+ck with us, you seeing the worst of all days (aye)
know mе and jugg, we can’t budge
and we’re bold enough to blow up your car in your park sp+ce
no cap!

[chorus + ejm]
instructing, i don’t need a manual (i don’t)
she gon’ swallow the kids like a cannibal (she do)
being broke never been on my schedule (never)
balling more every year, sh+t is annual (all day)
progression, i still got a handle of
my handicapped homies been standing up (standin’)
tobacco i ain’t been a fan of, but
we been smoking these rappers like camel crush
[verse 2 + ejm]
(wet!)
f+ck around and drown
hoes are building blocks, see it’s time to knock ’em down
rappers hear about me, i’m the talk around the town
and i talk a little louder than the sh+t i’m smoking down
never pulling any gimmicks, had to bite my own sounds
the b+tches looking thirsty, had to buy some mo’ rounds (sip it)
sippin’ apple cider, pack a cone, forgot the lighter
i’m the poison in the viper that’ll never slow down
and i guess it’s like that
paper on paper like when they change the price tag
eliminating a hater, i think i’m on the right track
ain’t no debating a player if he ain’t playing like that (yeah)
and if he steppin’, i’m hittin’ ’em with a quick right jab (aye)
man they keep on copying, i gotta flip my swag (switch it up)
get up out my property or sit in my lap
and if she likes the verses then the chorus might slap
hold up (uh)

- e j m lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS