Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cameras, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 13.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cameras |
| Uh, I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat |
| I’m in Miami |
| I’m in the water |
| Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski |
| I turned her Camry to a Ferrari |
| Before I fucked her |
| Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga |
| She say she ticklish |
| She get her clit tickled |
| Make her pussy lips giggle |
| Figured this shit out at a young age |
| Tell the opp I’m unfazed |
| Put you on the front page |
| I got niggas that’ll take you out for 1K |
| One thing for sure, two things for certainly |
| You pussy niggas be irkin' me |
| That’s why I get higher than Mercury |
| She only take her mask off when she slurpin' me |
| Uh, yeah |
| Don’t jump in that water if you ain’t with the swimmin' |
| Don’t open your mouth if you ain’t at the dentist |
| Don’t shoot at the ground and complain about missin' |
| I’m smokin' that loud, but the Draco be whisperin' |
| I got a silencer on it |
| You just hear pew pew pew pew pew |
| Put a bug in your ear |
| The size of a hornet |
| Grind from the mornin', to the next mornin' |
| Lay the money down, then have sex on it |
| Yeah |
| Fuck a broke nigga, flex on 'em |
| Brand new cocaine, never stepped on |
| Ball like Rogaine, nigga that’s ballin' |
| Bought her nice things, nigga I spoiled her |
| Bust down white thing lookin' like Tartar |
| All this rose on, lookin' like a Garden, nigga |
| Yeah, Jordan nigga |
| Keep that Tommy with me like I’m Martin, nigga |
| I ain’t spittin', I’m barfin' nigga |
| I ain’t litty, I’m Arson nigga |
| Woah |
| They want the lights and the cameras |
| But they wasn’t 'bout all the action (Woah) |
| She love the lights and the cameras |
| She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah) |
| I flew her out from Atlanta |
| Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah) |
| It’s goin' down when them bands up |
| She throw it back like a classic |
| I can’t get caught up in past shit |
| Turn my regrets into ashes |
| I put a AP in the casket |
| They runnin' this shit |
| No Patrick |
| Look I ain’t in need of no passes |
| Chiefin' on gas |
| We ain’t the same |
| No we ain’t gon' match it |
| Never been average |
| Walk into Saks Fifth |
| Uh, I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat |
| I’m in Miami |
| I’m in the water |
| Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski |
| I turned her Camry to a Ferrari |
| Before I fucked her |
| Woah |
| I turned her Camry to a Ferrari |
| Before I fucked her |
| Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga |
| Before I fucked her |
| Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga |
| Woah |
| They want the lights and the cameras |
| But they wasn’t 'bout all the action (Woah) |
| She love the lights and the cameras |
| She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah) |
| I flew her out from Atlanta |
| Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah) |
| It’s goin' down when them bands up |
| She throw it back like a classic |
| I can’t get caught up in past shit |
| Turn my regrets into ashes |
| I put a AP in the casket |
| They runnin' this shit |
| No Patrick |
| Look I ain’t in need of no passes |
| Chiefin' on gas |
| We ain’t the same |
| No we ain’t gon' match it |
| Never been average |
| Walk into Saks Fifth |
| I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat |
| (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?) |