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rare sound, k camp & true story gee - step out the lamb lyrics

[intro: k camp]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf+cker up)
rare, gang

[chorus: k camp]
i keep that cash with me, plus i do debit
we was f+cked up, i will never forget it
pull up in foreigns, it used to be civics
‘bow in the trap was the price on the ticket (trap)
every day i’ma get fresh for these b+tches
he tried to pop it, but really, i live it
shrimp with the lobster, i’m livin’ exquisite
this foot on the gas, this a lamb’, b+tch, let’s get it
fresh out the shop, got y3 on my body
ysl fur ’cause i’m feelin’ real modest
valet thе huracan, it’s a low+body
i step out that b+tch, i got fendi on, probably
i pop a perc’ and jump outta my body
shе acting wicked, she must be on molly
she call me papi, she know that i pop it
dropped a few hundred, threw barry on bally

[verse 1: k camp]
dropped a few racks and threw ice on my chest
too many scars, you can tell that i’m blessed
i love my gang, we don’t f+ck with the rest
everything custom, i louis the vest
call up them b+tches, gee, let’s make a mess
she tryna f+ck on me too, say less
bobby gon’ throw me the oop, say less
she gon’ turn up, takin’ shots out her br++sts
[chorus: k camp]
i keep that cash with me, plus i do debit
we was f+cked up, i will never forget it
pull up in foreigns, it used to be civics
‘bow in the trap was the price on the ticket (pull up in foreigns)
every day i’ma get fresh for these b+tches
he tried to pop it, but really, i live it
shrimp with the lobster, i’m livin’ exquisite
this foot on the gas, this a lamb’, b+tch, let’s get it (let’s go)
fresh out the shop, got y3 on my body
ysl fur ’cause i’m feelin’ real modest
valet the huracan, it’s a low+body
i step out that b+tch, i got fendi on, probably
i pop a perc’ and jump outta my body (jump)
she acting wicked, she must be on molly
she call me papi, yeah, she call me daddy
dropped a few hundred, threw barry on bally (woah)

[verse 2: true story gee]
met a lil’ b+tch with a body, she a trophy (woah)
i don’t run from sh+t, but i be dodgin’ the police (woah)
perc’ and adderall, got my mind on the money (flow)
i don’t like to show it, but my heart really frozen
i can make a call right now and get them loads in
might just hit your line, like, “where you at?” and “where you goin’?”
i come from the bottom, they don’t really make it outta there
shawty want chanel, sh+t, i guess i gotta buy a pair
[chorus: k camp]
i keep that cash with me, plus i do debit
we was f+cked up, i will never forget it
pull up in foreigns, it used to be civics
‘bow in the trap was the price on the ticket
every day i’ma get fresh for these b+tches
he tried to pop it, but really, i live it
shrimp with the lobster, i’m livin’ exquisite
this foot on the gas, this a lamb’, b+tch, let’s get it (let’s go)
fresh out the shop, got y3 on my body
ysl fur ’cause i’m feelin’ real modest
valet the huracan, it’s a low+body
i step out that b+tch, i got fendi on, probably
i pop a perc’ and jump outta my body
she acting wicked, she must be on molly
she call me papi, yeah, she call me daddy
dropped a few hundred, threw barry on…

- rare sound k camp true story gee lyrics

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