Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bubble Music, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 06.12.2004
Song language: English
Bubble Music |
| mami all on me cause I’m touchin’her belly |
| I’m on butter pirelli’s |
| wit’purple and yellow, hello |
| thats butter and jelly |
| I flip butter on celly’s |
| all right in front of the deli |
| holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly |
| (and what else) and I got hella gear |
| my earring is nice the price |
| 3 townhomes in delaware |
| uh tomato porsche lookin’like tomato sauce |
| hip hop hooray I got to get |
| that llello off |
| thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the |
| ave, I put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash |
| still stop and I laugh, ma put |
| them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag hop in a cab |
| play you for what |
| you gon’play yourself |
| ain’t nobody gon’pay you like you pay yourself |
| and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog |
| don’t play with your health |
| mami… she open she open, jump off… hopin'I'm hopin' |
| grab her… rope em’and dope em' |
| oral… choke em’and choke em' |
| I flip bundle to bundle, tryin’to double my double |
| at the same time… for what… but |
| the cops say i’m |
| I get fresh from |
| yankee stadium to the garden I beg your pardon |
| stop it, my closet, macy’s mens department |
| pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section |
| fur for fur baby, baby you’ll go stir crazy |
| got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey |
| you’ll get hurt play me burp let the dirt chase me every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately I know |
| some rn’s that still strip, when I and this real dick in the clinic, no student can heal shit |
| better than college, after that, students home |
| at least after your bid, ain’t no student loans |
| to pay back, jack, ask |
| what do you condone |
| hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome |
| now they done juiced marone? |
| knock, knock are you at home |
| I’m a call he, girls call the crib |
| and ask are you alone |
| …killa |
| we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe |
| we like the musketeers, trained by cus d’amato |
| just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow |
| watch sanford in son |
| I’m like the buzz in rolo |
| Afficianado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow |
| got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro |
| we jackin’and clappin’yall just applaud like bravo |
| now I plaud the cappo, zeke and santana |
| I don’t razor wrist’s |
| I keep eighths of piff |
| the games and the chick |
| like kobe imma rape the bitch |
| razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth |
| d on the block just like jadakiss |
| haters shift, plead the fifth, spray |
| the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i’m |
| your favorite… killa |
| dipset, dipset |