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k camp - what's the rush lyrics

[intro]
(kashi in this motherf+cker)
(relly look like [?])
yeah

[verse 1]
twenty+five floors up
can’t see the view, night shift, load up
she wanna see it too, got sh+t sold up
you know they sick of you, wait a minute, hold up
whip peak a boo, bad b+tch attitude
she be doin’ that, baby, on a night shift
i need two of that, she just turned twenty+two
and she reckless i just spent twenty+two, on a necklace
baby call your best friend
tell ’em pull up, hoe brought the x in
we been booted up, i just let my ex in
i be screwin’ up, never learned my lesson, sh+t tooted up
get money n+gga monday through sunday
drip on a b+tch turn atlanta into a runway
i was down bad, i was gon’ be up one day
big racks, tell the p+ssy hoe catch the feng shui

[chorus]
she just wanna f+ck for a lil’ somethin’, yeah (lil’ somethin’, yeah)
bring your friends, we can start somethin’, yeah (start somethin’, yeah)
started from the mud, now them racks up, yeah (racks up, yeah)
pop one of these, you gon’ act up, yeah (act up, yeah)
she don’t want love, she just want this life, yeah (want this life, yeah)
so i gotta hit your girl, it’s only right, yeah (it’s only right, yeah)
all my n+ggas tryna get some, yeah (get some, yeah)
get the m&m’s then we split some, yeah (hey)
[verse 2]
b+tch get your weight up (ooh)
fifty racks, just made before the day up (ooh)
just met the hoe now she wanna lay up (lay)
nah b+tch, you ain’t lookin’ like your profile
i ain’t never met a b+tch that got low mile (ha)
ayy, she let me f+ck and she f+cked on my buddies (f+cked on my buddies)
hop on that 2k, just gamblin’ with cudi (gamblin’ with cudi)
my money clean but that styrofoam muddy (styrofoam)
walkin’ on christian, the bottom is bl++dy (bottom is)
know how to count but i never did study (never did study)
skinny lil’ n+gga but my pockets chubby
i’m not your hubby, b+tch, do you love me? (b+tch, do you love me?)
diamonds on fiji, momma i ran up them digits
really i feel i’m the sickest
f+ck on these b+tches, they wanna f+ck on my riches
what i’m gon’ do with these b+tches?

- k camp lyrics

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