ill camille - nothin' in common lyrics
12:34 and i’m wide eyed awake
scribe lines
take em cross state lines like weight
i keeps it black and white
like apartheid
these are “the breaks”
so i’m a die trying
word to my curtiss mind state
oh you forgot i
been famous for slayin n-ggas
layin inside of the chalk lines
you holdin ya crotch why?
fakin- it is not fine
shot fired
yo ain’t bussin you stuck in box
with nothin to say like a pantomime
some of yall dandelion like
very john candy actin
when the cannon 7ds get to goin
the director yellin action!
then i’m at em like a tweet
(tweet)
even a bm and side piece will agree
that i’m sweet but street saavy
the type to pee in the alley
be slangin with my cd em
for $3 at the swapmeet
keep it g
even in khakis or without em
i’m still cali
still bout-bout it
won’t get this hoochie up out me
so i’m doin like summer do
bring the heat then watch em fall to knees
like a deacon doin altar call
cue applause
all -y’all-betta recognize
i’m a quick witted sister
very with the sh-t
and i’m
considered to be
somethin like an elevator bruh
between the mercury
my stock and my demand is goin up
throw me a couple and i’ll wreck em just because
this is what i does
natural matrimony homie
this what i love
an imbalanced chick
with a real niche for being sick
i simply am
minus plastic
no diss to nicki m
dog the mic
and then i’m off up in the wind
cat fight and all
leave that to eartha kitt
show em what i’m workin wit
yup
i be showing my -ss huh
s-ssy and some
they can’t stand
tan-dem with me
but i neverlet it go to my head
my cerebellum is swelling
they green
they h-lla jealous
the elephant in the room
dudes is tuckin they tails
with they boo at the movies scared
that i might pull up and h-ll brakin loose
like 2 devils
h-llo
girl with a message
this for the burbs x ghettos
yo i’m tryina be epic
especially quiet
they slept
but i am nothin to mess wit
you hear this sh-t on my chest
with
all respect to my predecessors
i was down for my ex
and now i’m seeing the exit
couldn’t settle
so now i’m flexin
excel under pressure
irep the west & go hard
like kobe holdin rock
see i just post and i plot
to takeover your spots
it’s ill-strated in the flesh
a boom box upon my arm
im the illest
dont ask why my n-gga
but why not
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