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letra de warren lotas - $camaurion

[intro: $camaurion]
(enrgy made this one)
yeah

[verse 1: $camaurion]
sh-t, i woke up glad as h-ll the wocky came back
how you ballin’ for the gang? you got the same stats
just upped a roll in your peep, that’s the same cash
rude as h-ll with rhude on, lookin’ for the bag
i might just run up in your trap lookin’ for the stack
slidin’ up in walmart, bro like, “where your map?”
ask a n-gga what he bang, i’m lookin’ for his flag
you ain’t really droppin’ checks, the account’s gettin’ flagged
broke as h-ll, you tryna punch but can’t get no tracks
got a crazy-ass run, your sh-t overlapped
just got a navy in the bay, i’ma run it back
n-ggas broke for the ‘gram, all they do is cap
bro, he sittin’ in the front, i just popped a zack
f-ckin’ with the cash app, finesse you out your bag
f-ckin’ with the turbo tax, finesse you out a band
i’m on the way to lax, i’ll call you when i land
jugg a n-gga out his rent, i feel like uncle sam

[verse 2: babytron]
warren lotas wrapped around my legs, i rock expensive pants
thirty ‘bows around while turkey in the kitchen pressin’ xans
at the gallery, a twenty bags, i need an extra hand
lookin’ at your ‘fit, i’m startin’ to think you never spent a band
i ain’t foldin’, only thing that bend is the striker
out in cali, see the opps and bend in a viper
it’s sixteen, i made my first ten with a writer
poppin’ out five-seven, mix fn with designer
the last thing he saw through them lens was some fire
holy sh-t, f-ck
pull up to the function when i want, b-tch, i don’t get rushed
presi’ with the chunks, i’m finna go and get my wrist bust
heard he just died, roll him up, he finna get stuffed
look, i just touched down in the bay like a 49er
why you got that lil’ glock? bro a forty-fiver
droppin’ shots on the opp block, the hoop court retired

- camaurion

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