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letra de uncle elroy - trl

[intro]
camp boyz
camp guyz
like all my b-tches bad, b-tches bougie
i like all my b-tches bad, bean and bougie (you’re not making this easy, kyle)
i like all my b-tches bad, mean and bougie, ayy
i like all my b-tches— (ayy, pass that ‘wood)
ayy

[verse 1]
i like all my b-tches bad, mean and bougie (n-gga)
n-ggas always doin’ all that talkin’, n-gga, do it (baow)
badass b-tch wanna f-ck me off my music (yeah)
pull up to your block with my chop, get to shootin’
f-ck around and walk right into louis with some gucci (yeah)
f-ck around and shoot you with fn, but i ain’t lucci
baby, you be doin’ all that playin’, throw the coochie (yeah)
b-tch, free them boys, when they get out, this sh-t a movie
be runnin’ with them shooters
gorillas in them pits
thousand dollar shoes, i could’ve paid a n-gga rent
if she ain’t tryna f-ck me and the guys, she get spinned
if not, she gotta dip
once i f-ck, she gon’ run her mouth, but i ain’t even trip
i ain’t trickin’, but i might just blow a knot if she thick
catch an opp out in traffic, blow his top with my bl!ck
ran into a n-gga ho, she put her top on my d-ck (yeah)
boy, you know what that sh-t mean, she put my c-ck on her lips (b-tch)
b-tch, you tryna f-ck or not? you told me you was grown
if you ain’t tryna make no money, why you call my phone?
ask how these lil’ n-ggas from the seven don’t be in the zone
now it’s secret smoke around this b-tch, we f-ckin’ n-ggas’ hoes
you a real b-tch (yeah), and you’d hit the road
b-tch callin’ me the jackman ’cause i be gettin’ phones
run up some pape’ off some juggs, i ain’t gettin’ shows (camp boyz)
and keep your n-gga where he at, b-tch, i ain’t switchin’ rolls (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[verse 2]
she ain’t tell a n-gga that we f-cked, she like to play her role
b-tch, i know some n-ggas made a ticket off a minute phone
f-ck security, i’ma have my pole when i do a show
little-ass boy d-ck suck more than groupie hoes
b-tch, i got a job ‘fore you runnin’ in and out of stores (come here)
lil’ n-ggas broke and hate the camp, what them n-ggas on? (broke ass)
once you get around the gang, she gon’ do the most
she gon’ have camp in her caption when she make a post (sh-t)
funny ’cause she wishin’ that her n-gga was a camp boy (dumbass)
i got all different type of b-tches, uncle elroy (yeah)
you lookin’ bad, i could put you on to some pape’, boy
matter fact, i got a play for you right off livernois (off livernois, n-gga)

[outro]
talkin’ ’bout
camp boyz, camp guyz, n-gga
got a play right off livernois, n-gga
trl sh-t
yeah
blrrt

- trl

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