Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song CAMOUFLAGE MONEY , by - Black Josh. Song from the album Attack of the 50,000 ft SWEG LAWDS from Outer Space, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопCAMOUFLAGE MONEY |
| Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away |
| Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day |
| Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say |
| Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay |
| Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play |
| What the fuck you on about? |
| Get your wallets out and pay cause |
| I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad |
| I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack |
| Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep |
| Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep |
| After counting sheep for about a week |
| That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away |
| I’m only next door but I’m miles away |
| I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away |
| I hear ya talking but I’m miles away |
| I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away |
| I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away |
| My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick |
| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit |
| I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit |
| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit |
| Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on |
| That ghetto fabulous life you want |
| That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on |
| That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type |
| I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right |
| On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard |
| I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the |
| Longest Yard |
| I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby |
| You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body |
| You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty |
| They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly |
| Ya say you’re making money and I want a piece of your profit |
| I’m picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic |
| See your five pounds down before I make change |
| That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away |
| I’m only next door but I’m miles away |
| I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away |
| I hear ya talking but I’m miles away |
| I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away |
| I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away |
| My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick |
| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit |
| I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit |
| My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Black Josh
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Lee Scott