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indisbitch.demo - yeocam lyrics

(intro)

huh
ay
ay it’s cam in this b*tch, i said
big cam in this b*tch, we said
fah, fah

(verse)

lookin’ at them big body whips and that’s the sh*t that made me rap
ay, it’s a disco on my neck, i’m finna bring the 80’s back
goin’ crazy on this sh*t, they callin’ me a maniac
yeah, i got money lil’ b*tch, so i know where the ladies at
foreign fabrics on my body, that’s some sh*t that you won’t feel
bad lil’ b*tch wan’ suck me up while drivin’, i can’t hold the wheel
might just get into a wreck
then pop out in a brand new vette
vvs’s on my neck, that sh*t’ll only cost a check, uh
sh*t, i’m plottin’ in this b*tch
ay, that boy got beef with me, i f*cked his mama and his b*tch
blowin’ up like i’m a terrorist, i’m bin laden in this b*tch
brodie come and seek you out, it ain’t no hidin’ in this b*tch
i’m up in a rolls royce and i be flyin’ in that b*tch
’cause if the whip was regular then i ain’t ridin’ in that sh*t
ex hoe just hit me up, i ain’t replyin’ to that b*tch
new chain on my neck and it got diamonds in that b*tch
exotic whips, fabrics, and weed in this b*tch
brodie walkin’ with that broom and he gon’ sweep up this b*tch
like fah, fah
start cleanin’ this b*tch
customize the glock like cod, put on a beam and a switch
even if y’all had a breeze, you know you still ain’t cold as me
switchin’ lanes up on some people, i don’t need you rollin’ with me
when i’m up, don’t wonder why you cannot get a hold of me
probably ’cause i’m in the hills with foreign b*tches all on me
thought that i was switchin’ planets, but i’m still up in the stu
but sh*t, it’s kind of hard to tell when i be off a 8 of shrooms
3øo in this b*tch, you know you got to make some room
if it’s real beef, then rarari show you what that draco do
nah, i ain’t no thug
but it’s young stoners with me
say that you be throwin’ hundreds, you ain’t even holdin’ fifty
3*1*8 and 4*1*3, i’m gon’ put on for both the cities
came from the bottom lil’ b*tch, i’m hustlin’ for monroe and pitty
f*ck with bro and he gon’ blow the semi
blowin’ o’s and smokin’ plenty
crashed the f*ckin’ rolls and then i hopped out in a whole bentley
huh
should’ve hopped out in a whole benz
louis v the belt, but i don’t use that sh*t to hold pants
celine on my jeans, i let both pockets hold bands
cuban on my neck them links in love ’cause they gon’ hold hands
f*ck uppin’ sticks on them boys, we gon’ throw hands
opp pulled up with his mans, bro gon’ make ’em both dance
(outro)

huh
ay, this sh*t too easy
ay, ay
huh
3øo in this b*tch, i said
3øo in this b*tch, boy
3øo in this (fah, fah)

- yeocam lyrics

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