Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Medellin, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 10.01.2020
Song language: English
Medellin |
| ADM |
| Authentic |
| This— This is the Medellín |
| This— This— This is the Medellín |
| Uh (Killa) Ni— Ni— Ni— Nigga that Medellín |
| Burn ya lungs, I be steamin' with the Medeas (Yeah, I do) |
| Bring the guns, I get the steamer in the party (Oh yeah) |
| Nowadays you might see me with a Barbie |
| Was gon' take my ex back, seen her with Safaree (Psh) |
| Had her with the work in the car, that was my down bitch |
| But you joined the circus, you do clown shit |
| When you fuck up, can’t come back around, this |
| Word from the late, great Hud, «How I sound, sick?» |
| It might be old or some', but, look, I never spoke on it |
| Don’t like it? |
| My dick’s available, choke on it |
| Talk when I wanna talk, no pressure from a Instagram |
| Twitter, Snapchat, before the internet I been the man |
| I’m still that nigga Capo call, turn a corner and call your boy |
| We got a friend, they wanna be trained? |
| I yell out, «All aboard!» |
| We makin' laws, y’all call the law |
| You ain’t tryna win the chip, then what you ballin' for? |
| (Ahh) |
| One of my girls, you wanna wife her (Wife her) |
| Ready to change his life up (Life up) |
| DM to my lovey then told him swipe up (Uh) |
| Drains his bank account then told him life sucks |
| I’m from the bottom, I made it right to the top |
| Santa Claus sit on my lap, baby, baby, uh |
| We gotta get it, we’ll get it gone, believe me |
| What’s a cap? |
| No cap, baby, baby |
| This is the Medellín (What you smokin', nigga?) |
| Nigga, the Medellín (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, yo, lemme get a blunt real |
| quick) |
| This— This— This is the Medellín |
| Let’s get it, let’s get it, I ain’t signed to Monami |
| Mona shoppin' my movies, Mona work for me |
| Rather work with me, that happen when the bosses meet |
| Only way you can talk to me from across the street |
| Mr. Comma-Comma, what we got in common, though? |
| Streets of Harlem, I treat 'em just like they Monaco |
| Like a virgin, shower curtain, somebody let Madonna know |
| Your girl jumped in and jumped off, I yelled «Geronimo» |
| Still countin' money, dummy, that’s why they on my— |
| Three million dollar retail, two mill from the online |
| Another one point five million dollars when it’s tour grind |
| Eight-digit movie deal, yeah, it’s Jason Bourne time |
| More hoes when the doors close |
| More so loiterin', curvin' all award shows |
| Waitin' to bid up on your house when it foreclose |
| Movin' in? |
| Nah, I’m usin' it for wardrobe (Ahh) |
| One of my girls, you wanna wife her (Wife her) |
| Ready to change his life up (Life up) |
| DM to my lovey then told him swipe up (Uh) |
| Drains his bank account then told him life sucks |
| I’m from the bottom, I made it right to the top |
| Santa Claus sit on my lap, baby, baby, uh |
| We gotta get it, we’ll get it gone, believe me |
| What’s a cap? |
| No cap, baby, baby |
| This is the Medellín (What you smokin', nigga?) |
| Nigga, the Medellín (Yo, lemme get a blunt real quick) |
| This is the Medellín |