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ro ransom - killa cam lyrics

[produced by jayex]

[verse 1]
i need a doc-mentary
somebody tell spike jonze to shoot me
call it ‘young coyote: money over hoes, the movie’
the day filippelli fall for a groupie
the same day ricky ricardo don’t love lucy
got a couple n-ggas in westport
got a couple n-ggas that export
take your weak -ss game to the next court
technical foul -ss n-ggas, respect the sport
i’m going off like the lights when your girl is over
i used to have a bad addiction to the syrup n’ soda
i don’t like these f-cking rappers n-gga, word to oprah
heartbreak kid, showstopper, curtain closer
i know n-ggas that hit l1cks
we getting’ money like pick 6
puerto rican b-tch say she want her cl-t l1cked
i got a flu game flow, thats some sick sh-t

[cam’ron clip #1]

[verse 2]
i grew up on that diplomatic harlem sh-t
that who want a problem sh-t
juelz santana, jimmy, cam’ron and sh-t
i’m talking pink furs, pink chains, pink range
i really mean it, santana’s town, insane
we was in the hood, bugs running through the kitchen
it was nothing in the fridge then, government -ssistance
check engine light on, what imma get for christmas
one thing or the other, these were subsequent decisions
this is for my upper west side n-ggas
amsterdam, broadway, columbus, all my live n-ggas
carlos, tim, 40, jay fresco, all my n-ggas in the plaza, don megalo
if you can’t show respect you better act able
always roll with dais like a n-gga at the cr-ps table
cherish every moment, fallen black angel
they all copy from me, unsung rap savior
new girl, flaws minor but her -ss major
woke up, left her crib, i had cl-ss later
i got family with quick tempers and fast paper
watch your words, don’t f-ck around and be your last player
i’m in the hills of santa monica
you don’t like my sh-t, blow me like a harmonica
i’m so 4-6 i know you see the block in us
i am the god of this sh-t, what is there not to trust
you rap n-ggas older than tsunade
pretty young n-gga, hoes love me like fourth hokage
game smoother than sade, i’m hotter than green wasabi
on top of fresh edamame with a steaming irish latte (ah!)

[cam’ron clip #2]

[cam’ron clip #3]

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