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stove tops - el camino lyrics

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[intro: el camino]
uh, yo
uh, yo
uh, yo
uh, yo

[verse 1: el camino]
yo, my n-gga told me that one of my other n-ggas told
i was rich soon as i lit the stove
bently truck rippin’ through the snow
d block where the bricks get sold
gun long as a fishing pole
we had a bigger block, but we still played the same streets
i taught my young boul how to clean off and aim heats
we made peace
but a few n-ggas got k!lled
i swear i’ll put the 40 to your head
make your brains melt
i’m on another level, we ain’t cut from the same shelf
i wanted a straight a, till i seen how that range felt
i bet the mac 11 make ’em dance like ballerinas
we came from small venues, now n-ggas sellin’ out arenas
i bet i bring my ‘9 to the game like i’m arenas
i got your baby mama in my bathroom suckin’ p-n-s
before she pulled up, made her get my sh-t from the cleaners
only the hustlers get rich, this sh-t ain’t for the dreamers
i’m a g*nius

[hook: el camino]
yo, i could’ve made a million off the stove top
sh-t, i could’ve made a billion off the stove top
uh, i could’ve made a billion off the stove tops
uh, i could’ve made a billion off the stove top
see, i could’ve made a billion off the stove top
uh, i could’ve made a billion off the stove top
sh-t, i could’ve made a billion off the stove top
sh-t, i bet i’ll make a billion, uh

[verse 2: 38 spesh]
ay yo
it’s real when you got a family to take care of
my only problem is the beef that i’m unaware of
black twin snubs, whole squad got a pair of
no leg shots, i’ma put ’em where his hair was
i’m shopping for chandelier bulbs
and weird rugs
that right there was made from a bear cub
serve whole bricks, i don’t tear drugs
master flexin’ on ’em as a bird man
and i don’t wear lugs
while n-ggas hate, i just share love
last year was
a lot of funny handshakes and weird hugs
hate is not a sincere grudge
when i shoot
i have to wear gloves, some shades, and ear plugs
i remember facing the ceilin’, the paint was peelin’
f-ck all that good guy sh-t, i’ma play the villian
ask how i got this chain, it came from dealin’
if that b-tch pretty and broke, then she ain’t appealin’
trust

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