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Camron - Killa Cam - текст песни, видео

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Killa Cam

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Killa kam

Killa kam

Killa kam

Killa killa

Killa kam


[verse 1]

With the goons i spy

Stay in tune with ma

She like damn

This the realest since kumbaya

Kumbyay killa kam my lord

Still the man with pants

Scrill fam oh boy

They want neuter me

They want do to me

The hooligan in hoolahands

Maneuvering is nothin new to me

Doggy i'm from the land of crime

Pan pan gram or dime

Not toes or mc

When i say hammertime

Beef i'm hammer mine

When i get my hands on nines

If i had on bammerline

Cordourys kam will shine

Canary burgandy

I call it lemon red

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Call em lemonheads

Lemonhead end up dead

Ice like guinepeg

Gemstones flinstones

You could say i'm friends with fred

You want happy scrappy

I got pataki at me

Bitches say i'm tacky daddy

Range look like laffy taffy



Kill kam

Killa kam

Killa kam

Killa killa

Killa kam

[verse 2]

I'm from where nicky barns got rich as fuck

Rich and nay hit the kitchen they were pitchin up

Rob base mase doug e fresh switched it up

I do both who am i to fuck tradition up

So i parked in a tow-away zone

Chrome i dont care

I'll call it throwaway homes

Welcome to harlem

Where you welcome to problems

Off a furlo fella fellas get parkings

Canabuy banks

Stand out like puty tanks

Soon as the studie sings

That when the tudy sing

Bang bang came from that movie rang

Snap crack jewelry bling

Flat jack who he bring

Clack clack cooley ring

Bad rap cuties claim

Ascap put em in the river

I'm the sushi king

And i'm keep it fresh

Let the fish eat ya flesh

Yes sir please confess

Just say he's the best


How dope is this

Teach you how to rope a chick

What you want

Coke or piff

I got it all smoke or sniff

And you know my drift

Used to figures doe and shit

You a roosted bitch

Just a roasted bitch

And i roast ya bitch

That how i usually am

Tell her and her groupie friends

Go get they gucci cleanse

We the moody gucci louie and pucci men

A skada prada

The chopper it got the uzi lens

Bird's eye view

The birds i knew

Flip birds

Birds gang

It was birds i flew

And word i flew

Or herb i grew

I would serve on stoops

Now it swerve in coupes

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