Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Camelot, artist - NLE Choppa. Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Camelot |
| Yeah |
| Fresh DuzIt |
| Yeah |
| Huh, huh, huh |
| I ain’t gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit |
| Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain’t gon' stop shit |
| Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick |
| Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit |
| Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots |
| I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster |
| Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta |
| And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas |
| My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos |
| If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole |
| The trap always open, bitch, we ain’t never closed |
| We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos |
| Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch |
| Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch |
| Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit |
| Hoe shut the fuck up and jus' gag on this dick |
| I’m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow |
| If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow |
| That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco |
| Flexin' on these bitches, they call me Johnny Bravo |
| School of hard knocks, let me take you to class |
| My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass |
| I love counting money, I get a lot of cash |
| If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag |
| I ain’t gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit |
| Fuck the police, 'cause them bitches ain’t gon' stop shit |
| Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick |
| Flyest nigga in the game, yeah (bitch), I’m a cockpit |
| Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots |
| I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster |
| Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta |
| And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas |
| All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons |
| Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins |
| I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin' |
| Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin' |
| I’m a hothead, I’ll crash any second |
| He speakin' on who? |
| Send his bitch ass to heaven |
| Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11's |
| My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's |
| Why you investigating me? |
| 'Cause I don’t know a thing |
| And I’ma always keep a solid, I ain’t never sang |
| You know I’m Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang |
| He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain |
| Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain) |
| I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that nigga brain) |
| I had to make it rain (Make that mothafucka' rain) |
| R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing) |