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letra de camera roll - cash kidd

[intro]
hey, jaygottheplug

[verse 1]
canada goose pea coat keeps getting caught in the door
your b-tch too plain, i just call when i’m bored
on her knees, using her tongue like she talk to the lord
spikes on my shoes sharp like i’m walking on forks
boy you was still doin’ chores when i hopped off of the porch
buy everything i when i walk in the store
but sh-t, i got everything that i saw in the store
no cologne, but my b-tch got up and bought me dior
now tell me, how the f-ck is he not a f-cking lame?
just started getting p-ssy when he got a lil’ name
such a bl–dy scene when i’m hopping off planes
shoes got more spikes than a volleyball game
i don’t pocket watch cause i got my own lane
once i grab my side, got low like he rockin’ ball fades
i just thumbed through 300,000, all things
why p don’t listen, told him not in broad day
just made a b-tch talk to me through cashapp
need 3,500 for a text back
braggin’ bout your p-ssy, why you ain’t mention your neck yet?
in the benz burnin’ rubber like crackhead s-x
you was sleepin’, now b-tch look at me, xxx
all the opps better clique up, that’s your next best step
can’t keep a pole for three months, keep goin’ strap to strap
like an uber driver, bro off addys back-to-back
[chrous]
yeah, gang all in your b-tch camera roll
on stage with more ratchets than a [?] show
she gon’ suck until i scream like a banana bowl
than i make her sl-t walk like amber rose
rappin’ ten years, ain’t got a hundred, what you rappin’ for?
n-gga mad cause i nailed his b-tch, so i keep hammers close
new b-tch so bad, don’t want to let her go
she might be loyal but i still cheat, since you will never know

[verse 2]
say i’m drippin’, i got more flavor than new york
scoop your b-tch then poke her like a spoon-fork
n-ggas want to try to eat with me with the school dork
but once i got the plate i still passed out a few forks
almost slapped a b-tch, she in the mansion sparkin’ newports
keep travellin’ and doublin’, they threw me off the hoop court
pandemic ain’t stop sh-t, we play a few sports
headhunter text me, finna do like 92 to her
she hate it when i grab her head but she a demon
he barkin’ up the wrong tree, we gon’ leave him
get racks and ain’t even plan it, venus
rap cappin’, they for sure lyin’, fenix
i be everywhere solo, no security
but sh-t, actually i ain’t alone, i got the tool with me
at the at the airport taking pictures, like “who is he?”
got your b-tch all on my pickle like a new corned beef, n-gga
[chrous]
yeah, gang all in your b-tch camera roll
on stage with more ratchets than a [?] show
she gon’ suck until i scream like a banana bowl
than i make her sl-t walk like amber rose
rappin’ ten years, ain’t got a hundred, what you rappin’ for?
n-gga mad cause i nailed his b-tch, so i keep hammers close
new b-tch so bad, don’t want to let her go
she might be loyal but i still cheat, since you will never know

- cash kidd

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