Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Camelot, artist - NLE Choppa. Album song Top Shotta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NLE Choppa Entertainment
Song language: English
Camelot |
Yeah |
FreshDuzIt |
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 with a hundred some shottas |
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster |
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta |
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas |
My niggas trappin' out the bando, shout out to the Migos (The Migos) |
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (Grrah) |
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 hundred some drums like a band in this bitch |
Man, she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit |
Ho, shut the fuck up and just gag on this dick |
I’m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow |
If a nigga say something, hit him with a hollow |
That glizzy (Yeah), knock your meat out your taco (Your 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, yeah |
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 with a hundred some shottas |
I be swimmin' with the sharks, lil' nigga, you a lobster |
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta |
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas |
All up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (Them Carbines) |
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins (Robbins) |
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin' |
Firework show 'cause my niggas get to sparkin' |
I’m a hothead, I’ll crash any second (Yeah) |
He speakin' on who? |
Send his bitch ass to heaven (To heaven) |
Extended clips when we tote them MAC-11's (Uh-huh) |
My niggas, they be Crippin', they be screamin' out them sevens (Crip) |
Why you investigating me? |
'Cause I don’t know a thing |
And I’ma always keep it solid, I’ll never sing |
You know I’m Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta) |
He kept on dissin', so a nigga had to snatch his brain, huh? |
(Gang, gang) |
Had to snatch his brain, huh? |
(Had to snatch that nigga brain) |
I had to snatch his brain, yeah (Had to snatch that nigga brain) |
I had to make it rain (Make that motherfucker rain) |
R. Kelly, let that fuckin' chopper sing, yeah (Make it sing) |