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cameras - kid caprio lyrics

(verse 1)
the world turning
the weed burning
im still balling
i keep serving
i got some b*tches thats calling
i never meet in person
that try to get me to follow
or maybe read a verse and
feel like i just hit the lotto
so maybe she was worth it
another b*tch hit tomorrow
i know you see the circuit
you got a wrist i could borrow
cause all these b*tches they hollow
she wan talk but won’t call tho
she really need a birkin
she just lurking
we was working when still ain’t know eachother
now it’s different
now im certain thats its f*cked up
she was doubting my position
so i hit one and its one up
give a f*ck a bout a b*tch
and since its still all on the come up
i be found up in the kitchen
i be switching and changing
but im the same it’s complicated
im still with the persuasion
ill get it straight if i debate it
just tune in the station and get to swishing
i been faded
why yall acting b*tches
real sh*t lets get this f*cking paper
i be stacking them digits
and imma need need another comma
why all acting suspicious
real g’s is silent like lasagna
they like man sh*t what is this
its swiss im styling that gabanna
(chorus)
they b*tch all on my d*ck
i f*ck your b*tch in prada
i dont call and i dip
and then i drip cause sh*t i gotta
fill that cup to call the rim with the gin
and mix it how i taught her
now im stuck and spinning
i need a minute sipping water
got your b*tch and im winning
like i was young rich carter
if i get it spend it
them b*tches still dont stand me
i just put on clinic for if you rich and flipping candy
it won’t stick if uou timid
sh*t i can get it with a randy
im just lifted and living
im getting them b*tches some plan b

(verse 2)
got the clip with the 40
i bet that it won’t miss your goalie
i ain’t talking religion
but i can make them b*tches holy
i am not with the snitching
just cause you listen you dont know me
used to flip the prescription
or hit a mission with my brodie
now they say that i changed
only thang is my location
i was made for the rage
and since i was 8
sh*t i been raging
never paid for the stage
and your b*tches play it on occasion
got that fade if you hating
sh*t im just stating obligation
im not patient im tripping
sh*t i get cagian with the chicken
i ain’t claim with the gang
but i still could bang my fingers with em
cause the same i remain
and sh*t f*ck the chain the rings sick
and it go blang blow blang bang
i got the same bl!ck
i get my cape cowl batmane
i got that wayne d*ck
and i just can’t foul maintain
i set a lane pick
and im at lake powell mane
aye them b*tches way thick
i get you doubted me b*tch
so all them feelings just ain’t stick
(chorus)
i f*ck your b*tch in prada
i dont call and i dip
and then i drip cause sh*t i gotta
fill that cup to call the rim with the gin
and mix it how i taught her
now im stuck and spinning
i need a minute sipping water
got your b*tch and im winning
like i was young rich carter
if i get it spend it
them b*tches still dont stand me
i just put on clinic for if you rich and flipping candy
it won’t stick if uou timid
sh*t i can get it with a randy
im just lifted and living
im getting them b*tches some

- kid caprio lyrics

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