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Cam'ron |
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Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa |
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(Cam'ron) |
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All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy) |
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Look at his car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy) |
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Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood |
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Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over |
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Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin' |
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Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' |
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With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters |
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Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!) |
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But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that |
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Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat |
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She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy) |
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Now she screamin' out (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) |
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Now she playin' with herself Cam dig it out lift her up |
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Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick one up |
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They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas |
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Listen to my homeboy Santana |
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(Juelz Santana) |
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Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy) |
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Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy) |
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Get him call his (Boy) he weezin' he need his (Boy) |
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He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) |
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Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy) |
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This nigga's bitchin' (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy) |
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If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn... |
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I'm in trouble need bail money, shit |
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Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy) |
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That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy) |
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He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy) |
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That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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(Cam'ron) |
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When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy) |
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Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy) |
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Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy) |
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When the cops come... squalin'!!!! |
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Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's |
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PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar |
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Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy |
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Killa... holla... listen, it's the D-I-P (Boy) |
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Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy) |
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Your moms will say (Oh Boy) |
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Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em guns we got alot of 'em |
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Matter fact gurus start poppin' 'em |
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Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy) |
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Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy) |
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Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) |
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Say (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
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(Juelz Santana) |
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Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy) |
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Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy) |
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Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish |
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Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded |
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And I'm back with my (Boy) |
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(Cam'ron) |
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Until that man is vanished somewhere in the Grand Canyon |
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These kids are grand standin' |
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niggas demand ransom over them grands scramblin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy) |
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Well fuck it Van Damme 'em Cam a blam blam 'em |
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Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin' |
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Mami I got the remedy Tommys up at the enemy |
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Hire me somebody but now my body you're feelin' fanicky |
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Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela |
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We got what you chill it though and fill with them hollows, huh |
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It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy) |
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I'm the (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Killa... |
