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note to self - kam'roc lyrics

[intro]
let me let this sh-t rock
can i let this sh-t rock?
(you better let that sh-t rock)
alright, let this sh-t rock
ayo juan, let that sh-t rock, n-gga
ayo bring that b-ss in to the right
bring that b-ss in to the left
bring them chords in
man nah man f-ck them chords
bring that b-ss back in
yeah, let me talk to ’em

[verse]
kam’roc a f-cking king like coretta, betta than the best, yes
yo i might not have any buff biceps but nevertheless
i still beat these p-ssies up like this was rough s-x
rough neck, so tell me motherf-cker yo who the f-ck next
like dog you don’t wanna crash on the canvas
rumble in the ring, or try to box with my bad -ss
dog these punchlines, they stay on point like broke gl-ss
so get back, or run the risk of getting yo sh-t stabbed
(poked the f-ck up!) and that’s straight up like elevators
ay do me a favor man tell these haters stop being haters
(with yo b-tch -ss!)
cuz all i’m tryna do is generate a, sh-t load of paper
burn some now and i burn some more later
rubber band 10 grand with a 100 benjis
then hit the mall with all of my n-ggas yeah go crazy (f-cking nuts!)
cop everything in every shop until there isn’t any
thing left to cop but a shoe box that’s already empty
and just to be petty, i’ll buy that too
just to say i took it all from you, yeah you n-gga
d-mn right i am selfish but who
gonna stop me from doing what i do, n0body (uh-uh!)
n0body, not a motherf-cking soul
and that fact has stayed the same since the kid like was like 6 old
scratch that, since day my mom push me out of that p-ssy
n-ggas knew that i’d was gon be that jigga running the show
so, gon head and throw the towel in homie
cuz i got this sh-t singing like it was a violin homie
my technique it can’t be beat, like it was shaolin homie
i’m built to score, so you can stop that fouling homie
all up in yo timeline while you be browsing homie
cuz the ears of the media is what i shout in homie
like mike with the mic, yo i got these labels scouting homie (they can’t check me n-gga!)
so go and sit your -ss in the corner for all of that pouting homie (sit yo -ss in timeout n-gga!)

[outro]
did i let that sh-t ride for a n-gga?
did i let that sh-t ride for a n-gga?
did i let that sh-t ride for a n-gga?
dedicate this note to my self
to my self
to my self

- kamroc lyrics

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