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wyd - trl lyrics

[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b*tch sn*tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b*tch sn*tch
f*ck who you f*ckin’ with, if you ain’t f*ckin’ with my camp

[verse 1]
camp guyz, they know we with it, they love us, we hittin’ all b*tches
p*ssy*ass n*gga mad as h*ll we hittin’ all b*tches
i might leave my pocket in the club, b*tch, we all trippin’
sneak the rocket in the club, point at y’all n*ggas
[?] it to her then i cut her off, it ain’t no long*distance
b*tch, you might have the right idea but got the wrong n*gga
these n*ggas know if you ain’t camp, can’t get along with you
we blew your mans in this ‘wood, can’t do a song with you

[verse 2]
just the camp, i ain’t doin’ sh*t with y’all n*ggas
can’t keep a b*tch ’cause they say i let the dog [?]
i’m on my top, dog, i think it’s somethin’ wrong with me
i’m on my sh*t, so i ain’t seein’ nothin’ wrong with it
before i ran with the bag, i had to crawl with it
you’ll simp over hoes, put your all in her
i put d*ck in her jaws, i let y’all kiss her
you can’t even hold your own, gotta call n*ggas
[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b*tch sn*tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b*tch sn*tch
f*ck who you f*ckin’ with, if you ain’t f*ckin’ with my camp

[verse 3]
told her crazy for the live, caught him out and got whacked
your b*tch tryna get some za, her p*ssy weak, she got whacked
you be payin’ for her hair, i be bustin’ in her tracks
i would get all dollar, she gon’ f*ck me ’cause i rap
i can see it in his eyes, bro, trust me, he a rat
camp boyz, camp guyz, ho, we got that sh*t stamped
see me shinin’ through the jacket, i lit up like a lamp
they like, “how the f*ck the watch forty? ain’t no ice in that”

[verse 4]
we gon’ hit your block, if we miss, we gon’ double back
you the type to claim n*ggas’ hood actin’ like you stamped
of course i hit your b*tch, n*gga, ’cause i’m in the camp
you see her livin’ out with us, you know that sh*t all that
i can blow this sh*t right now and get it all back
whole gang got chains and watches, we don’t all rap
you can have that basic*ass b*tch, she ain’t all that
b*tch, you keep askin’ all them questions, better fall back
[chorus]
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like you that?
she got an ass on her with no waist, this b*tch sn*tch
i gotta keep it on me, you know i can never lack
she like, “what you doin’?” b*tch, i’ve been trafficking the scat
you ain’t sh*t to me, so why you actin’ like it’s that?
she got an ass on her with no h, this b*tch sn*tch
f*ck who you f*ckin’ with, if you ain’t f*ckin’ with my camp

[outro]
(i forgot the blrrt, my fault, haha)

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