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where’s my money? - camquarter lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s a quarter to flip the sh*t
i told you to flip the script
on board no keys
so i told you to hold the shift
hit escape to avoid the blitz
throwing p*ss
cause i broke my wrist
so sick, that’s a cold to give
boss stamped
cause i’m so legit
boss heavy
when i rap i spit
no wet floor sign
when you here
f*ck around and slip
hitting home feel the words you trip
hit me up like what’s up and sh*t?
like what’s up with this?
here you rap, who flow you bit?
you the same young n*gga at my door
selling chips and sh*t
look at you now
now you making hit, god d*mn
name a n*gga that had faith in you
better yet name a n*gga that was saving you
gunshots, would a n*gga do the same for you?
nah n*gga, i’m just doing what i’m paid to do
get rich, this that
but i’m slaving too
even worse
cause i never learnt sh*t in school
that’s enough
huddle up
cause the rent is due
keep up
feel the breeze, put my clothes on
n*gga thuggin in a beater and a long john
ike turner beat it up
that’s a strong arm
sidelines
you a lame with the pompom
while i hold onto your filming suggestions
never stressing
got the mic
and i’m testing
never changing
in a life that was destined
i was threatened
but my verses, feel like protecting me
why you feel you could step to me?
lil bro you like seth to me
cut you off the vasectomy
not a match for me
i’m a stain
and a masterpiece
too easy

[verse 2]
in the parking spot
roll up the green
we can talk a lot
i don’t walk and talk a lot
n*ggas want for me to be the enemy
but that don’t solve a lot
like to keep it down
leave the parking lot
n*ggas speak and they squeak
dip and dots
like a colon my watch
tick and tock
like i’m bold
hit my line and sink a shot
n*ggas stressing
bout the green
you can save the dressing
if you on the team
then you never second
if you never noticed
you can change your reflection
i started solid
now i work on perfection
i’m learning lessons
you can tell by my answers
i’m never folding, always reppin the set
move in silence
rep that sh*t to the death
imma keep my distance
put that sh*t on the chest
i keep ‘em comin
want a now for later
she get to chompin’
thought ya girl was a gator
the p*ssy throbbing
turn my ass to a skater
my patience thin
i’ll smoke ya ass like a paper
and the versal[?]
started out with a banger
i’m edgy rapping
leave ya ass on a hanger
before you play
just had ya girl imma slay it[?]
the king of styling
signing out
see you later

- camquarter lyrics

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