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letra de hardy boyz - $camaurion

[intro]
(ayo, mark a)

[verse 1: babytron]
on the ping side of things, i jammed and slid today (ping)
you cannot name a single opp that slid this way
i’ma let this b-tch bang, ain’t got time to instigate
i just pulled three of a hitter, that’s a triple play
pull up roadside and fix the problem like i’m aaa
hammer on me, come down and swing it like i’m triple-h
everything heavy, bro, you livin’ like a middle ways

[verse 2: mjpaid]
fans suckin’ d-ck or ain’t no bank, b-tch can get away
me and tron in stores, he on tour, he finna miss a day
b-tches made in style, you should put this in a picture frame
shifty in the crib, n-ggas think i f-ck with real estate
brodie, he can’t scam, so he f-ckin’ with the intеrstate
(was just sippin’ red yestеrday, lame)
sh-t, sh-t is not for losers, lil’ n-gga, it’s a [?] game (sh-t)
drop a three of that red like my name dwayne (sh-t)
when i’m up, i don’t change, i remain the same

[verse 3: $camaurion]
your b-tch playin’ follow her name, she get sent away
smokin’ asteroids on some sh-t, feelin’ sent to sp-ce
why you smokin’ dutches? that sh-t leave you with the swisher taste (lame)
i crack cards, i crack safes, i’ll hit up chase
jefe off a half bar, he can’t feel his face
i just popped a h-ll thirty, feel like steph and klay (yeah)
drop a deuce of quag, all i sip is straight
know how to make my own wave, n-ggas imitate
[verse 4: babytron]
i just watched the time change, i’m out here switchin’ states (skrrt)
tryna meditate, i’m finna twist an eighth
hardy boys in store, we hit it with a twist of fate (f-ck)
i would’ve gave him somethin’ off my dinner plate (swear)
buddy pulled some finished sh-t, he d-mn near picked his fate (d-mn)
out in phoenix, suntrust, i’m finna hit a bank
mr. get away, i hit the alley, then i switched the play
why he talkin’ like he got motion?
why she tryna set the play, i think this lil’ b-tch rock smokin’

[verse 5: mjpaid]
skinny-ass ksubis with the glock, this sh-t not showin’
ridin’ ’round in strikers with the poles, dude, we not boatin’
probably in florida off the drank, think i’m not focused?
check his cup, that sh-t green, that sh-t not potion
check the drip, this celene, b-tch, i’m rock rollin’
h-lla blowed, blowin’ thrax like i’m seth rogan

[verse 6: $camaurion]
i see the boys, i hit the dash ’cause i got checks on me
ain’t taste no act’ and you ain’t really taste the real potion
i’m on pa hittin’ pa, the cars got sent to me
told your b-tch, “bye”, ’cause she can’t get a whip for me
i ain’t ridin’ with you, you don’t got no tint on it
b-tch, it’s big 72, got your b-tch on me
i be crackin’ cards, now i got a grip on me, n-gga
72 sh-t

- camaurion

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