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juga-naut & mr. brown - camel coat lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m at the trailer, keep my boots lacing, face the mountain
20 days and countin’, all the cash placed in safety houses (safe)
i fl!ck a penny in a fountain, didn’t make a splash
made the stash, displayed amazing acts, then i made a dash
the mustache was fake, the bus was late
i bust a case, it was filled of blank tapes and a dusty crate (interesting)
i boil the kettle, pour the tea for the custard cream
trust the dream, feigning for the browns, purples, lost the green
black smuck fill my nasal on the [?]
brick lane bagеl on the route, i make a major movе
notts city to the lourve, i’m on the tube again
champagne yon, champagne taste jérusalem (bonjour)
artichoke art+filed crib, jesus on my wrist
big eagle on my ribs while i breathe and live
i swim the channel in the five panel
dapper down flannel
in flannels with the flannel in the light camel (wow)
i light the camel, cosmopolitan
cafe in the cosmos
triple shot [?] in the common room
valevance are available for light refreshment
time is precious and my time is defined with friendship (what)
it’s not reciprocated, the great depression (uh)
the greatest lesson is just giving when you ain’t expectin’
i take a breath and then i pace the street
playing black sabbath on repeat, then i take the lead
[verse 2]
my air max lace tied then i face the hill
sheffield steel, taste the pill, white gold the grill (flooded)
fold a bill, told him chill, then i caught a chill
caught a glimpse of the whole deal, ain’t half a mil
you ain’t half as real, half+hearted, hardly ill
hardly in the field while i k!ll with a llama sk!ll
my alarm set for seven, wake and bake the bread
she raise the legs, i raise the fur, then we break the bed (woo)
the peacoat with the broaches, you makin’ spliffs from old roaches (nasty)
i’m taking pictures with my own posters
the gold coasters where my [?]
old horses, young stallions, and rich porpoises
rich porter in the saab while i sweep ya’ queen
two scoops of green, the pistachios loot scene
twelve hundred with a mean crunch, i caught a mean hunch
i caught the fish and now we’re talkin’ over bream lunch
i below ya’ candle out and light ya’ fuse
just ‘cause i didn’t like ya’ shoes, you got the right to lose
i sip the brews then i fly to palma
you thrive on drama, i’m driving on the autobahn, rely on karma
light the hash, johnny cash with the spanish fashion
rap from mancha with the accent and the spanish passion
big jugz, i put the plan in action
man a classic [?] but when he’s rappin’ i’m a trained assassin

- juga naut mr brown lyrics

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