| Some girls say that I’m the cutest, others say I’m the rudest
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| Meditate like a Buddhist expose em like a nudist
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| I’m Jesus, they Judas, my diamonds: the bluest
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| Got the answers, they clueless, Ashanti-foolish
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| I’m with a stewardess, mami say a «flight attendant»
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| Called her a «stupid bitch». |
| Sorry? |
| Nah, I might have meant it
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| See I’m type: demented. |
| 4 mil? |
| I might have spent it
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| But I got It back right back, yeah yeah my life is splendid
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| Me and mommy drinking, drinking to the point she hurls
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| I’m bout to swirl the whirl-whirl, want to join me girl?
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| The clothes: from Italy, the coat: from Sicily
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| I’m talking literally, (c'mon now stop kidding me)
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| I don’t kid at all, I get it all, get rid of it all
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| Come and stay with me, oh, where I live? |
| The mall
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| Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop
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| You know who him, slim, before MIMS I been hot
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| Baby come and play and lay and
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| Stay with me, girlfriend I’ll change your life
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| Spend the night with me, we’ll talk and
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| Chill and watch TV she said (sure you’re right)
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| Miami, listening to Brisco, I get it cooking like Crisco
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| From Chi town back to Frisco, my diamonds like the disco
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| Mami what the hell you like, you know what the hell I like
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| A hood bitch, stretch marks, beaty beat, cellulite
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| Baby we need each other, don’t want to meet your mother
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| My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah I keep it gutter
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| I sell hot peas and butter, don’t want to see you suffer
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| A nigga like me, won’t meet another, you clogged up, I’ll be your plumber
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| Sorta like Drano… you know how the game goes
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| Different color cars, my garage a rainbow
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| I’m a leprechaun, but I sell Meth-a-don
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| Mari-juan, hero-on, ten year run, marathon
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| My hood like Lebanon, but that’s its Benneton
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| You up in something fly, I got my weapon on
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| We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday
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| I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray
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| Lets get this guacamole, you feeling hot then hold me
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| You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie
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| If I got it you get it, baby I get it you got it
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| Lets hit the Pacific, terrific, I’m feeling melodic
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| Cause you looking exotic, now you getting erotic
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| Like you straight from the tropics, want to shoot it and cock it
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| Not the Glamour, baby girl, I’m talking something else
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| All she do is look and say «Cam, you something else»
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| Listen love I ain’t the one to get lovey-dovey
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| But you looking good you ever need a hubby love me
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| You got to love me shots of bubbly
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| Get your mouth wet, you the outlet, got to plug me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spend the Night, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Crime Pays, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп