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K Camp

Genres: Hip-Hop

Rare Form (freestyle) Lyrics - K Camp

[Intro] 

I'm a G 

Can't say Genius if you ain't talking about my DJ 

 

[Hook] 

Leaders be baptized, take a nap time 

Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it's crap time 

That's a Porsche, hella horses 

Well of course I tried for verses 

I tried for my parents, look at my parents 

Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance? 

Ain't nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too 

But I got up off my ass and went got the loot 

But I got up off my ass and found a booth 

 

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[Interlude] 

Hey Genius give 'em that flood fool 

 

[Hook] 

Leaders be baptized, take a nap time 

Shoot them dice, shoot them dice, bitch it's crap time 

That's a Porsche, hella horses 

Well of course I tried for verses 

I tried for my parents, look at my parents 

Why the fuck you hating if you shop at clearance? 

Ain't nothing wrong with it, bitch I did it too 

But I got up off my ass and went got the loot 

But I got up off my ass and found a booth 

 

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[Verse] 

Now I'm riding down Rodeo with no fucking roof 

I've been at this shit so long, I got the fucking proof 

I can see it in your eyes, you not gon' tell the truth 

It's that cash talk, that's that bad talk 

That's that anywhere you go, you show your ass talk 

This that hold your nuts on folks that try to laugh talk 

This that bitch can I just slap you on your ass talk? 

It's that whole foods, everything organic 

Everything A1, lil nigga don't panic 

Far removed from this planet 

Mindset on stranded 

On my own 

Looking out for the bad bitches that's home alone 

So glad that the summer gone 

Top hat like Al Capone 

Big bread, hella cheese, shit I'm just getting my deli on 

Throwed like I got a belly on 

I'm just here for the millions 

I think the engine inside the trunk 

In Miami eating shrimp and coke 

I swear my man raise a pump 

Thank God I ain't vote for Trump 

But a nigga won anyway 

The world fucked up anyway 

I'm just glad I got a place to stay 

Clocked in and the trap full 

All I need is a lil blunt, some Adderral, and some Red Bull 

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