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letra de camouflage - mercedes

(feat. mac, sam)

[mac]
wooo look
all them soldiers, put them rags up, ya heard me?
cause it’s going down no limit style, feel it

[mac (mercedes)]
all my camoflauge n-ggas, raise ’em high
(and all my camoflauge b-tches, raise ’em high)
all my camoflauge n-ggas, raise ’em high
(and all my camoflauge b-tches, raise ’em high)

[mercedes]
camoflauge b-tch, mercedes, ever for i b-tch
you don’t wanna try b-tch, quick to ride or die b-tch
don’t underestimate me cause i make the b’s hate me
make me jump all out my character, forget i was a lady
s-xing and shady, got more game then the average n-gga
all about my cabbage n-gga cause i gots to have it n-gga
give it up, cause my girls don’t give a f-ck, we come through like n-gga what
we split you up with choppers, them motherf-ckin core stoppers
only f-ck with soldiers, them thug n-ggas that be down to ride
and i got look (cl!ck) for all them haters wanna die
you ride for me, i ride for you, i put that on the tank
my platinum lp’s, my benz and my bank

[mac]
the motherf-ckin -ss-ssin, seven three o seven seven
i first laid it down at the age of mac eleven
if i ever slack up that’s when they k!ll me
but i never let you b-tches steal me, on the for real we
in it for long paper, lyrical hits from skyscr-pers
you’ll need a million fake n-ggas to break us
i got my soldier with me and i got my sniper with me
my murderer, him specialize in taking out your kidneys
infinitely, you shoot me down b-tch, i’ll be back in my ghost
wooo, i like my rappers with some egg and some toast
and i’m fully loaded, the only way papa taught me to tote it
one in the chamber, cause if i’m walking into danger
mac’s a dunk it, you know i get full of funky with these n-ggas
whether it’s microphones or it’s triggers
if i die tonight tell god to bury my words and resurrect ’em
so n-ggas in the next life can check ’em

[sam]
never say die, that’s the att-tude, n-gga, do what we have to do
i’m a soulja, it’s the magnolia that i’m adding to
we hustle when it’s hot, this grind got bout nine n-ggas on it
come through and you goin find n-ggas on it
bout five in the morning or three in the evening
cross the camo, we toss the ammo, leaving ’em bleeding
we responded to war with automatics spit rapid
pumping drugs or smokin it, both of ’em habits
my cl!ck attack it, on the streets or on stages
our fingers on triggers and our triggers on gauges
flipping n-ggas like pages, get it straight from the start
f-ck a vest, you want me, aim straight for the heart
don’t miss cause that’s they -ss if a n-gga don’t hit
camoflauge, never die, n-gga, f-ck that sh-t
we come eqipped with thugs, all black, all strapped
f-ck around uptown and get k!lled with your own gat

[mac]
wooo, and it’s real
1999, ya heard me?
macadon, mercedes, my n-gga sam
camoflauge off in this b-tch
no limit soldiers

- mercedes

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