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campfire - nellyondatrack lyrics

[hook 1: nellyondatrack]

masterpiece a work of art
one of the greatest
but this next one
its too much for my own self
i’m at the top shelf
it’s getting hot
firefighter
lighting up
like a lighter
the smoke out
gas mask
burning up like campfire like a campfire
like a campfire
burning up like campfire like a campfire
like a campfire
it’s getting hot
firefighter
lighting up
like a lighter
the smoke out
gas mask
burning up like campfire like a campfire

[verse 2: k.m. king]

southside we in this hoe
bring the weed in in boat loads
got the dope hoes
and they touching toes
got the chopper bullets
send them to your nose
got a new watch
its rose gold
your new b-tch
man that thot old
the block hot
but the flow cold
f-cked that b-tch
and that brick i sold
came in
don’t need friends

a new benz
so much cash
it don’t make sense
city stronger than clark kent
got a new b-tch with an accent
all my real n-ggas is flashing
all you other n-ggas is absent
a 100,000 dollars y’all ain’t matching
a new check what i cashed in
southside what i’m repping
spent a half a mil on a necklace
get the weed straight from the mexicans
f-cked her once she wanna s-x again
i fill my sprite with medicine
all these bodies out we catchin’
southside we flexing’

[hook 2: nellyondatrack]

[verse 2: dae]

b-tch i’m reloading
my pockets stay bloated
a real n-gga moment
the bricks i stay toting
rap better than you
you a sneak disser too
you let other n-ggas write your bars for you
can’t pay attention
i’m with squad
d-ck long as a fishing rod
b-tch stop i’m doing me
t’nup on the beat
gang know i always got the heat
campfire
campfire
these hoes lie
so i don’t cuff
i only f-ck
shoot a n-gga if he bluff
hold my city down leave you in handcuffs
got it your momma’ and the b-tch like it rough
2pac dream can’t n0body else do it
camera on the scene got your b-tch making movies
nell and k.m. king might f-ck the b-tch with me
yea
pullin’ the trigger
i’m k!lling you n-ggas
bank account crazy i sh-t on you n-ggas
i’m at the top
i ain’t gonna drop
all of my n-ggas p-ssing the rocks
sipping codeine and i’m feeling sleepy
all of these hoes wanna be with me
she getting faded she on that whitney
and i’m on that bobby
it make me catch bodies
got guns from pakistan and n-ggas from afghanistan
your hoe a good fan
she give me head in a mini van
got a white b-tch her body good
but that b-tch just need a tan
uh..

- nellyondatrack lyrics

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