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cam'ron | funk flex | #freestyle171 - cam'ron lyrics

cam’ron | funk flex | #freestyle171 lyrics
[verse 1]
check the files, mr. giles, he a winner still
these n*ggas broke, i’m allergic, pass me a benadryll
you got it, n*gga? spent a mil, had all intent to chill
but n*ggas talkin’ fly like they rent ain’t my dinner bill
kiddin’, you gotta be, i be movin’ modestly
honestlly i’m the one that’s pitchin’ in the lobby b
and didn’t care who’s watchin’ me
basketball games and then i went and did a robbery
[?] harlem you spotted me
pan pan to willie burger, haaji back to dirty kitchen
four blocks down, n*ggas was on a murder mission
facing a third conviction, me? i’m just swervin’ different
mergin’ different, walked inside the hen house, i’m observin’ chicken
franchise like church’s chicken, words of wisdom
f*ck around with me and be a murder victim
i fried burger flip ’em, huh
the birds i get ’em, the fiends deserve to hit ’em
the first or the third? the work is gon’ be workin’ with ’em
me? y’all can’t come around, better off just run around
forgot i’m from the underground, in two days move a hundred pounds
f*ckin’ clowns, up and downs, talkin’ ’bout it’s nothin’ now
kris kross, i pull the mac daddy and make you jump around
hundred keys on the private, who you lovin’ now?
tom brady to gronk, b*tch, we touchin’ down
my girl said, “cam, you defeatin’ the purpose,” how?
“when you walk in the room, they still gettin’ nervous
’cause they know the old k!lla any time could resurface,”
shout to swizz though, i’m still eatin’ off the verzuz homie
i got more than the fighters and i ain’t box
i got the up*front, back*end, door money and stock
so when triller went public, ‘nother mil out the box
maybe over your head but i don’t care about no props
and no, nah, this is not a shot at the lox
’cause them are my n*ggas, they solidified they spot
now kiss, right? he told you ’bout my crib in miami
but he ain’t mention cali or my villa out in maui
or vegas or jersey or my timeshare in bali
or my ranch out in idaho, i tell my neighbor, “howdy,”
i’m just a hustler, go getter, money monster
you f*cked up? shut up, i be your honey sponsor
i’m her only fan, i tell her as i dance with her
i start her onlyfans, i be her manager
clean her up like the janitor, baby i ain’t no amateur
look, we going to the top, just hold on to the bannister
now i got her booked cross*country, london and canada
when i stuck it in she said she never had a man in her
then i abandoned her, or what it appeared to be
came to my crib like, “why you bein’ weird to me?”
i sold weed when they used to call the sh*t dank
name a year, any year, i ain’t have a [?]
this little verse, big bank, you d*mn right my sh*t stank
forty foot chandeliers, piranhas in the fish tank
i would put a end to you, only thing i ever told my connect was, “send it through,”
y’all problems are miniscule baby
y’all ain’t gillie or nore? i ain’t friends with you
everybody else, a hundred thousand for the interview
nah, i don’t wanna talk, y’all n*ggas chatty pattys
you got a problem? no problem, i’ll send the addy gladly
keep the mac engaged, f*ck all your accolades
it’s one big masquerade, they talkin’ from a backup page
the feds thought we were roaches, the crib they had to raid
i stood the trauma, they hit my bedroom with flash grenades
but y’all ain’t stressin’ me, god been blessin’ me
just one question though, why would y’all question me?
like how we still in here, or how we still up here
or how the f*ck we turn suga duga a millionaire, right?
he can’t rap or rhyme, he can’t dance or sing
but every morning we get up, n*gga, and do our thing
fleet farms, you in our way? reroute
shoot you in your leg then chill with you ’til you bleed out
p*ssy n*ggas keep out, you know just what we ’bout
papi on one line, the other phone steve stoute
nothin’ but exotic up inside the weed house
aka the treehouse, you need help? then reach out
n*gga we hear
hold on
[verse 2]
look
look in my eyes, you lookin’ at pain
lookin’ insane, things around, they lookin’ the same
i used to be in the spot with fiends who lookin’ for veins
it was goin’ downhill, get downhill, that sound ill
block was lookin’ around spill, you would’ve thought we all from brownsville
up the hill for water, sorta like jack when he found jill
eight digit n*gga, could meet me uptown for pound still
how i move? you have to hate it, look at his face, he aggravated
look at they man, they agitated, n*ggas don’t want it, tag ya favorite
n*gga, they signin’ affidavits
still movin’ work but from my ocean view, i navigate it
you grew up kenan kel, well, me larry davis
shorty said you like boyz n the hood slash the matrix
ooh, she so cool, she so smart
but i’m more like mozart meets ozark
started when i was three, we used to throw darts off the go cart
that led to drive*bys, that homicide, i want that old chuck
oh lord, yo flex, i’m from some muddy sh*t
i’m talkin’ big l, max b, huddy 6
alimoe, shammgod, herb mcgruff to name a few
nah i ain’t the same as you and no i can’t hang with you homie
man i’m sick of you, y’all n*ggas too, y’all jiggaboos
flex, you came to my block, tell me, was that sh*t a zoo?
i ain’t have that thing or two? i save n*ggas like argo
with this hard flow and y’all know, remember me at your car show
like, “cam, what you doin’ here?”
i’m like, “we playin’ truth or dare?”
sellin’ ps in the parking lot in my newest gear
no water, souvenir, this rap here is a souvenir
this index is not for windex but i make it super clear, n*gga
yeah we good, we good, we good

- camron lyrics

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