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Tytuł: Where The Fuck You At

  • Wykonawca: Cam'Ron
  • Wy¶wietleń: 321
Move 'em in, move 'em out
  Trapped in shoot it out
  Bone a whore
  Corner store
  Want it raw
  On the floor
  Tie 'em up, lie 'em down
  Fuck yall niggas crying now
  Killer Cam
  Side town
  Fuck yall niggas ridin' round
  Creep wit da toast
  Keep it close
  Never know when you'll see da gross
  From my yaht you'll see coast
  From my block you'll see toast
  Love da way I grab dat cash
  Now I laugh
  You love the way I smack dat ass
  Backflash
  You'll sniff foul powder
  Over clam chowder
  Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
  While we listenin' to wild salsa
  La la bomba
  Come through in the Hummer
  La la bomba
  Face down ass up
  That's the way we like to fuck
  After that pucker up
  Babygirl we like to suck
  Sucker what
  Never duck
  That's not what my hoods about
  Hood without a doubt
  So bitch put it in your mouth
  
  [Chorus]
  Where da fuck you at
  Bust your gat
  Where da fuck you at
  Do yall niggas sell crack
  Where da fuck you at
  Got a fat stack
  Where da fuck you at
  Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
  Why? Bitch betta have my money
  Where da fuck you at
  
  Aiyo
  I spit spit flow flow
  Get get doe doe
  Switch switch yo yo
  Sick sick fo-four
  Swing swing click click
  Drug game big brick
  Swing swing big dick
  Pretty thing thick chick
  cock cock nice nice
  shot shot twice twice
  Now I gotta slice slice
  Rock rock ice ice
  Drick drink Old Gold
  Bitches wanna Volvo
  Woo shit was wo wo
  Now we got dat cocoa
  Tram tram palm palm
  Chicks call it swanton
  Of course we all suit
  And we all cute
  Yo Queet call Kose
  Bitch over here frotin'
  Yo I want they're jaw loose
  We got more troops
  Get you hauled off juice
  Stop frontin' yo
  You ain't sawed off proof
  Whips whips cost cost
  Six six floss floss
  Big big boss boss
  Get get lost lost
  
  [Chorus]
  
  Aiyo I need da type of girl
  That's in love wit her cash
  Get knocked together
  Look at each other and laugh
  Get a key
  She like cut it in half
  Get a in beef
  She like da fuck is my bag
  Take cover and laugh
  Real prestiges
  Walk around wit da mack dies
  Smack Diez
  Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
  Bitch caught him in da Rover
  Scared 'em aired 'em
  Kiete la voka
  Goin' to da gun range
  Her hobby is rape
  Girls lookin' at her jewels
  Like they gotta be fake
  Plus a brand new jeep
  Leather brand new seats
  Wit da dishes real deep
  Nah, Cam too cheap
  Yall can't flow wit dat
  Bang it out throw it back
  Ain't no here we go wit dat
  Grabbin' on here lower back
  Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
  Uh uh uh
  Now take that bitch
  
  [Chorus]