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trl - wyd lyrics

[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b+tch sn+tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b+tch sn+tch
f+ck who you f+ckin’ with, if you ain’t f+ckin’ with my camp

[verse 1]
camp guyz, they know we with it, they love us, we hittin’ all b+tches
p+ssy+ass n+gga mad as h+ll we hittin’ all b+tches
i might leave my pocket in the club, b+tch, we all trippin’
sneak the rocket in the club, point at y’all n+ggas
[?] it to her then i cut her off, it ain’t no long+distance
b+tch, you might have the right idea but got the wrong n+gga
these n+ggas know if you ain’t camp, can’t get along with you
we blew your mans in this ‘wood, can’t do a song with you

[verse 2]
just the camp, i ain’t doin’ sh+t with y’all n+ggas
can’t keep a b+tch ’cause they say i let the dog [?]
i’m on my top, dog, i think it’s somethin’ wrong with me
i’m on my sh+t, so i ain’t seein’ nothin’ wrong with it
before i ran with the bag, i had to crawl with it
you’ll simp over hoes, put your all in her
i put d+ck in her jaws, i let y’all kiss her
you can’t even hold your own, gotta call n+ggas
[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b+tch sn+tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b+tch sn+tch
f+ck who you f+ckin’ with, if you ain’t f+ckin’ with my camp

[verse 3]
told her crazy for the live, caught him out and got whacked
your b+tch tryna get some za, her p+ssy weak, she got whacked
you be payin’ for her hair, i be bustin’ in her tracks
i would get all dollar, she gon’ f+ck me ’cause i rap
i can see it in his eyes, bro, trust me, he a rat
camp boyz, camp guyz, ho, we got that sh+t stamped
see me shinin’ through the jacket, i lit up like a lamp
they like, “how the f+ck the watch forty? ain’t no ice in that”

[verse 4]
we gon’ hit your block, if we miss, we gon’ double back
you the type to claim n+ggas’ hood actin’ like you stamped
of course i hit your b+tch, n+gga, ’cause i’m in the camp
you see her livin’ out with us, you know that sh+t all that
i can blow this sh+t right now and get it all back
whole gang got chains and watches, we don’t all rap
you can have that basic+ass b+tch, she ain’t all that
b+tch, you keep askin’ all them questions, better fall back
[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b+tch sn+tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b+tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh+t to me, so why you actin’ like it’s that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b+tch sn+tch
f+ck who you f+ckin’ with, if you ain’t f+ckin’ with my camp

[outro]
(i forgot the blrrt, my fault, haha)

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