| KILLA!
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| Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick…
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| Had her wifed up… that's what’s in and shit ya dig?
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| Yo she took me out my stinkin’aces, to the pinkest bracelet
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| Basics to basics, no way you could think I’m racist
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| Got a white girl, tell you that she’s quite thorough
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| Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?)
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| From Columbia, then she moved to Canada
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| Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her
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| Met her in '90, jayvel was the damager (???)
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| I wasn’t understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her
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| That was confusing her, he was abusing her
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| That wasn’t new to her, bought me a Luger brah'
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| Of course of course, never had intercourse
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| Of course of course, without her wouldn’t of been a boss
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| I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?)
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| Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!)
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| Swam in the ocean, I was dishin’pirannas
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| That’s my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor
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| POPPA HAD A DREAM
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| POPPA HAD A DREAM
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| POPPA HAD A DREAM
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| OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID
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| My pride and joy, I call her butter
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| When she bake a cake, we’ll be lovers
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| She live with me right, I hide her from my mother
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| see she wouldn’t understand I’m supplyin the gutta
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| I let my baby hang outside with the brothers
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| Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers
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| Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker
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| Took a hit without paying, won’t get a dime for my butter
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| That’s my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja
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| But I did watch her, played Tony Montana
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| Here’s a queeeeeelo, yep she’ll be back
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| For them peso’s, yep she’ll be crack
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| Rocks so bright, money so right
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| I got 7 workers, she’s Snow White
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| And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze
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| Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs
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| AND, and it’s…IT'S THEM BOYS
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| WE GET DOUGH
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| ASK A FIEND
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| CAUSE THEY KNOW
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| AND, and… DON'T BE SHY
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| WHERE TO LIE
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| YESSIRY
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| WE GET HIGH
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| FA’SHO, DIPSET… LET'S RIDE
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| KILLA!
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| McGoo said that the bird’s the word
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| But the fur byrd gang flip bird’s on curbs
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| And, it’s ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy
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| Phoney’s clone me, calm down I’m only money
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| Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi
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| Living Martin’s dream as I burn a hemi
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| Not concerned with many, got my girl here
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| When it come to money, shit I’m burning plenty |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Girls, artist - Cam'Ron. Album song Killa Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп