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Killa Cam / Roll That Skit

Killa Cam

Killa Cam

Killa Cam

Killa killa

Killa CamWith the goons I spy

Stay in tune with ma

She like damn

This the realest since kumbayaBumbayay killa Cam my lord

Still the man with the pants

Scrilla fam, more on board

Now bitches They wanna neuter meNiggas They wanna tutor me

The hooligan in Hoolahands

Maneuvering is nothing new to me

Doggy I'm from the land of grindPan pan gram or dime

Not toes or MC

When I say hammer time

Beef I hammer mineWhen I get my hands on nines

If I had on Bammerline

Corduroys Cam a shine

Canary burgundyI call it lemon red

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Call em lemon heads

Lemon head end up deadIce like Winnipeg

Gemstones, Flintstones

You could say I'm friends with Fred

You unhappy scrappyI got Pataki at me

Bitches say I'm tacky daddy

Range look like Laffy TaffyKill Cam

Killa Cam

Killa Cam

Killa killa

Killa CamI'm from where Nicky Barns got rich as fuck

Rich and Nay hit the kitchen then were pitchin' up

Rob base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up

I do both who am I to fuck tradition upSo I parked in a tow-away zone, chrome

I don't care that car a throwaway homes

Welcome to Harlem

Where you welcome to problemsOff a furlo fella felons get parkings

Them niggas knew we bang

Stood out like Pootie Tang

Soon as the stoolie sangThat's when the toolie sang

Bang bang came from that movie rang

Snap crack jewelry bling

Flat jack who he bringClack clack cooley ring

Bad rap cuties claim

Ascap put 'em in the river

I'm the sushi kingAnd I'm keep it fresh

Let the fish eat ya flesh

Yes sir please confess

Just say he's the bestKilla Cam

Killa Cam

Killa Cam

Killa killa

Killa CamHow dope is this

Teach you how to rope a chick

What you want, Coke or piff

I got it all smoke or sniffAnd you know my drift

Used to figures, doe and shit

You a rooster nigga

This a roaster bitchAnd I roast ya bitch

That's how it usually end

Tell her and her groupie friends

Go get they Gucci cleanseWe the moody Gucci Louie and Pucci men

Or Skada Prada

The chopper it got the Uzi lens

Bird's eye viewThe birds I knew

Flip birds

Bird gang

It was birds I flewAnd word I blew

Or herb I grew

I would serve on stoops

Now I swerve in coupes

Songwriters

THOMAS, SEON / GREEN, GREG / GILES, CAMERONPublished by

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