| Smokin' strains that they don’t ever get to try
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| I’m at the fish fry, and I’m just gettin' high
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| No lay-up lines, it’s only dunks like my SBs
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| This rappin' shits a sport to me so I should host the SBs
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| Most potent smoke, I’m on a boat with hoes
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| This ain’t the pokin' nose, but if you know you know
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| Man, I’m 'bout to blow, I’m so optimal
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| They know I’m 'bout my dough
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| Baby girl, she got my vote
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| You tryna' build a house, start with the foundation
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| You tryna' make it bounce, start with the damn basement
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| I hear some people talkin' 'bout they 'gon come replace Cam
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| But ain’t a person on this Earth got what it fuckin' takes, man
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| I’m so diligent, raps ill and I’m killin' shit
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| Ever since the children been feelin' that supervillian shit
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| Keep it low-key, there’s no need to just be revealin' shit
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| Just tryin' to count these million while baby girl be feelin' him
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| Ay, spittin' these lyrics that influence the next generation
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| Steady at work, man I been puttin' preparation
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| I need some separation
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| Girls look for reparations
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| I only smoke weed for the meditation
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| I do yoga, she doggy down, word now
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| When I finish there’s an ovation, I need to bow
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| If you lookin' for that good shit, I sell by the pound
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| On a journey boy, a multi-million dollar bound
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| Actually a billion dollar bound, a milli' is my ocean
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| Just like my O bitch, her time was short just like a spliff
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| Go into Givenchy and grab a zip
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| Peace sign from the lips, now I’m on this trip
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| To Costa Rica, lookin' for a to give me some pizza
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| I need head while eatin' wings, seasoned with paprika
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| An ass so good, I gotta go get a Visa
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| And have an aura that I love, I go and call her Rita |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strains , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album The Life of Cam Meekins, Pt. 8, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп