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To Whom It May Concern Lyrics - Artist : K Camp
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XL EAGLE Made It Lot of rappers all talk Can't believe shit that they say CEO tryna stand up this frito lays Clocked in need a trip to Machico Bay Snuck in the olf G And I brought you bae Pop shit like snoop But I think like Dre Boss movies like Jay but Makes a 10 boy its not yo day Spent 10 on a fen boy my drib don't play Talking Fendi if you niggas ain't Knowing designer, shawty bad I'm just tryna work my move behind her Hell mah I'll never let these niggas out shine me Had to cut niggas out They was moving too slimmey Had to cut these hoes off too Ian fucking with you bitch cause you bad news Yeah you gotta fat ass with some tattoes But pussy don't pay the bills baby cash rules Niggas thinking I tell off Hell nah Had to sit back and observe shit Yeah I serve shit, fake love creep Around had to serve shit Hell yeah my last deal was some hurb shit Some birf shit But a nigga was working A nigga was clocked in Going through bullshit But keeping his thoughts in Put up my own bag A niggas was locked in Funded my own tour A nigga gon flop when Please don't compare me to these sap ass niggas No diss I'm just telling what I see ass niggas Young Wayy I'm the one they wanna be ass niggas I done heard a lot of niggas tryna steal my flav Ian tripping let me cook up some brand new waves Me and interscope gotta find the same damn page So I can take off and really have my way Why these niggas acting like ian drip in this shit Drop a mixtape then I might drip in ya bitch Bet you never said hey I ain't felling this shit Nah all my shit flame lil stud ass bitch Damn that was extreme So excuse my French Fashion week in New York so excuse my drench Fuck 12 a nigga had to jump that French How if you say you ball but you ride that bench can't flex me and bro Just don't mix I was broke a while back but the shit got fixed I work hard for this Plenty nights I done straved for this Fuck these niggas and these bitches too man I gotta thank God for this Yeen seen a nigga drip like this half a mil on whip Like this man you niggas ain't built like this Man you niggas ain't built like this Man you niggas ain't built like this Can I send a vibe yo way They want me to loose no way Can I send the vibe yo way Can I send the vibes Numb to the pain I can't feel no more Hate that my grandma ain't here no more Hate that my Cousin ain't here no more Pop me a perk I can't feel no more For real Pop me a perk I can't feel no more Numbing the pain I can't feel no more Hate that my grandma ain't here no more Hate that my Cousin ain't here no more I wanna see yo face again I wanna see your smile again |
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