Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song K.O.P., artist - Cam'Ron.
Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
K.O.P. |
Baby girl, baby, baby girl wanna ride out |
Told her what she don’t wanna hear (I don’t care) |
She said, «I wanna go Cam, but what’s in the trunk first?» |
Bitch, a hundred years (Couldn't understand it) |
She said, «You're already platinum (Ten times), still a brick layer (No |
construction)» |
I told her music and movie money, real, real good girl |
But I am a risk taker (Go getter) |
I be tourin' Sin City off (Yeah I do) |
He think everything legal (Why you suck his dick?) |
But no need to talk, man |
If you ain’t involved, that’s how I avoided them people (Scot free) |
Shit, I don’t do telephones (No calls) |
Nah, I don’t do third parties (Yo, yo, who that?) |
That’s the reason cousin Bang in jail right now, nigga |
Facin' a third robbery (He gon' get out though) |
Black La Cosa Nostra |
Yeah, ya dealin' with ragin' bulls (You know the type of nigga I am?) |
Shit, I’ll pay ya mother |
And take ya sister like Calvin from Paid in Full (We doin' our thing Miss |
Johnson) Shit, shit, but yeah |
The money, yeah I launder it, I deserve me a monument |
The judge exonerate me, the D.A. |
be in astonishment |
Let’s bond a bit, I can get you money or ya mom evic' |
Harm, long arms under long john pajama fit |
Loafers with the jeans, they envy on how my garments fit |
23 year run, I know niggas ain’t fond of it |
(Keep on pushin') |
That’s what my nana said (Rest her soul) |
Turkey and cheese, a glass of milk for dinner |
With a slice of banana bread (Goddamn) |
She said, «Keep on pushin'» (So I did) |
Keep on pushin' (Yeah I did) |
Wanted me to finish college but, I like money, man |
I just couldn’t (Sorry nana) |
You could catch, you, you could catch me court side (On the floor, nigga) |
Camera view of the baseline (Say cheese) |
I recorded verses, then 10 pound deals when I walked out of Baseline (That's |
the studio) |
When I was writin' Come Home with Me (What I had?) |
Kilos and weed were thrown to me (What else?) |
Mo Money from Philly |
Packed it up fo' sho, got right on the road for me (What up Mo?) |
I like to thank I-80 though (I-80, though?) |
That interstate made me rich, boy (Rich, boy) |
I had coke and weed |
But then I threw some D on it way before Rich Boy (Dog food) |
You can’t deny the bypassin' (Yeah, ya girl) |
I got a thing for them wide asses |
She suck me off so good |
I gave her $ 1400, go get new eyelashes (Diamond joints) |
So, get out yo' feelings (Feelings) |
That’s how I’m feeling (I'm feeling) |
'Cause it sure feel good to see chandeliers hangin' from 50 foot ceilings |
H-h-hot girl summer |
Uh, bitches got turnt (Yeah they did) |
Few of y’all just a little too hot though, man |
Couple my niggas got burnt |
(Killa, Killa, Killa) |
(Keep on pushin', oh yeah) |
That’s what my nana said (God bless her) |
Turkey and cheese, a glass of milk for dinner |
With a slice of banana bread (Wish they could reap the benefits right now) |
She said, «Keep on pushin'!» |
(Okay), keep on pushin' (That's what she said) |
Wanted me to finish college but, I like money, man, I just couldn’t |
Yeah, I kept on pushin' |