| Uh, neva gave a fuck of what they thought about me
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| Only thing that’s on my mind, how to make yo daughter bout me
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| Previously rolled the weed that’s all around me
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| Every city that I go, bitches bongs and thongs around me
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| Making cake, tryna make my parents proud
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| Opened up the studio, smell like the apparel loud
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| They tryna sound cocky, I ain’t arrogant
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| Just tryna make a million while I’m pulling on her hair again
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| Cruisin' down the freeway smokin' bowls
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| Hands on her ass, bitches love me cuz my vocal chords
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| Hoping for a chance to get the top spot
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| Got a way, I’m the most promising, ain’t even got an album date
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| Dawg, what ya talkin' bout? |
| Cam ain’t gon' back down
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| 21 and faded bitches put me as their background
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| Wherever you’re not, that’s the only place I’m at now
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| Jealous, while you’re talkin' on computers, all they maxed out
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| Bitches on the DM and they’re very fine
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| Truth is, you know I’m fuckin' if she verified
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| Bout to go wild at a bunch of shows, very fried
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| Livin' in a dream, your nightmare’s terrified
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| Terrified, terrified, your nightmare’s and you’re terrified
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| Terrified, terrified, your nightmare’s you’re terrified
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| I got a dream and I had to make it happen for the whole squad
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| I been faded so long
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| Errbody talkin' bout how they gon' be the next up
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| All of y’all are is so wrong
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| This is for the girls comin' to my shows
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| You know I’m gonna get 'em all
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| Now people blowin' up my phone, you know that I’mma neva call
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| This next verse I’m laughin' at you fuckin' haters
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| I’m gettin' head, you should prolly worry bout yo paper
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| I mean my life’s been a grind, kinda like a skater
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| Flavor on the paper, you’re a waiter, I’m a motivator
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| Got more bitches sendin' texts than a group chat
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| Need me on a feature, I can get you that for two stacks
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| Fuckin' 'round with Cam, you don’t really wanna do that
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| And I made the beat, y’all still be on that boom bap
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| Gettin' paid, gettin' fade, gettin' laid
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| I’m the man, I’m still the same, I neva change
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| Bein' me, they askin' what the fuck’s up
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| And people always talk I tell them shut the fuck up
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| Got a girl in B Town, homie down when I’m chillin'
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| Drop an EP every month, that’s just how I was feelin'
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| I’m about to blow up like you got out of the buildin'
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| And if they talkin' bout the realest, realize I am the realest
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| Uh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daughters , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album December, January, February, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп