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CAMRON lyrics : "Fuck You At"

Move 'em in, move 'em out
Trapped in shoot it out
Bone a !@^%

Corner store
Want it raw
On the floor

Tie 'em up, lie 'em down
$#&@ yall ^!$$%s crying now
Killer Cam

Side town
$#&@ yall ^!$$%s 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 $$#
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 $$# up
That's the way we like to $#&@
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 (*##$ put it in your mouth


[Chorus]
Where da $#&@ you at

Bust your gat
Where da $#&@ you at
Do yall ^!$$%s sell crack

Where da $#&@ you at
Got a fat stack
Where da $#&@ you at

Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? (*##$ betta have my money
Where da $#&@ 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
@@#! @@#! nice nice
shot shot twice twice

Now I gotta slice slice
Rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold

(*##$es wanna Volvo
Woo %#@! 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
(*##$ 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 $#&@ is my bag
Take cover and laugh
Real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies

Smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
(*##$ 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 %#@!
Uh uh uh
Now take that (*##$


[Chorus]

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