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soul plane - cam'ron lyrics

[intro: cam’ron]
….i could tell you how a female fake a nut for a relationship
or how a n-gga fake a relationship for a nut
how a smart n-gga can play stupid but a stupid n-gga can’t play smart
but i’d rather just tell you about me and the things i do…you ready baby?

[verse 1: cam’ron]
got the fiends dancin, like soul train
stamp on the dope, soul plane
they losin hair, get em rogaine
sell kung-fu, nothin like coltrane
to keep you informed, won’t catch em in a uniform
before that, you’ll see a unicorn
i blew the h-rn
two girls hopped in
oh-ten nine-eleven, homie i’m boxed in
don’t start a mess, ima architect
ya bum -ss shirt stink, it need carpet fresh
white tee, louis jeans, my audemar the best
two chains, hat, please don’t disregard the specs
they from switzerland, boy-boy i gits it in
money all around the world where you n-ggas friends?
actually, factually, a car you livin in
i’m three times c0ke baby, i need the dividends

[bridge]

[verse 2: vado]
as i’m sittin on this mailbox
waitin for my b-tch to leave the nail shop
auntie lookin at me like i sell rock
point-blank range, call it sh-ll-shock
i, started off makin ounce moves
was invited to a dinner with the council
two-piece, black rose on my brown suit
in two weeks, i was eatin with my mouth full
in the streets like the seventies
long cadillacs, bumpin frankie beverly
mama known to work and go to church faithfully
i ain’t gotta ask, every day she pray for me
she knew soon i’d be seven up
by the window like x with my weapon up
f-ck ya intro i’m the next best gunner up
stand in first place with my medal yous a runner-up

[bridge]

[verse 3: cam’ron]
n-ggas runnin around, wit street dreams
til i put em to sleep – sweet dreams!
i played dirty, so i keep clean
the back of deleanor is where i meet fiends
got the whole plate, you don’t have three beans
did eighth with a eighth in lee jeans
tonight, got the chauffeur
showin off the loafers
you cowards: turkeys, the bullets: stouffer’s

[verse 4: vado]
dom p, cliq, and rose
fruit bowls, few hoes, on the dolce
og’s round the table but i won’t say
let’s make a toast to everyone on the c0ke chase
coupe rose, two-tone, parked with no plates
you too close, you gotta ask, can you approach me?
i told em sports wasn’t my forte
how can i be like you, and get all this dope cake?

[outro: vado]
let me know, you feel me right?
live n-ggas know the game its sad but they ain’t got the change to play it
you talk a good one, but are you good son?
keep it real wit ya self
before you end up dealin wit ya health, man
you know me, vado!

- camron lyrics

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