Lyrics Solar Return - Miss Kam
Uh
This
one
'gon
get
me
a
grammy
I
bet
it
Hoe
I'm
coming
for
everything
Watch
how
Beyonce'
and
Blue
They
'gon
be
at
the
wedding
She
'gon
ask
can
I
let
her
sing
Bitch
that's
respect
And
you
bum
bitches
never
could
get
it
So
stop
tryna
stunt
You
gotta
beg
these
bum
niggas
just
for
a
buck
And
bitch
I
get
what
I
want
(W)
Twenty-twenty
in
a
coupe,
though
I
can
tell
you
want
smoke
but
you
move
slow
Leave
these
bitches
in
a
hole
No
loop,
though
Drop
bombs
on
these
hoes
Like
a
nuke,
though
Better
figure
out
whats
the
song
to
your
funeral
Better
act
like
you
muhfuckin'
knew
hoe
I
got
my
new
hair
New
bag
New
nigga,
yup
And
if
I
want
it
he
say
"Baby
girl
I
got
it
on
tuck"
D&G
I'm
'gon
fuck
him
in
the
back
of
the
truck
Ate
my
ass
out
for
dinner
He
say
baby
toot
it
up
I
boot
it
up
like
YG
I'm
the
line
leader
'Lor
bitch
get
behind
me
How
you
'gon
try
the
fuckin'
H.B.I.C.
'Lil
baby
got
the
juice
box
Call
the
bitch
Hi-C
Now
please,
do
remind
me
Who
the
fuck
seeing
Miss
Kam?
Nobody
The
bitch
you
rooting
for
Big-cap,
all-thottie
Big-back,
line-back
Can't
rap,
big-body
Off-beat,
no
sneak
diss
Here
the
type
of
bars
that
make
ya
nigga
come
repeat
this
Creme
Brulee
sweet
dish
European
Colosseum
vintage
on
me
bitch
You
made
your
first
down
But
I
fucked
up
your
defense
Turf
ain't
made
for
you
hoes
to
stick
your
cleats
in
I'm
in
the
field
with
it
I
ain't
never
had
to
creep
in
Coming
for
they
necks
Vampire
Sink
my
teeth
in
Ugh!
I
could
tell
I
had
the
heat
When
these
bitches
was
quiet
'Lil
mama
just
speak
up
'Long
as
whenever
you
talking
'bout
coming
for
me
I
just
hope
you
can
keep
up
Come
to
my
city
And
you
be
in
trouble
real
quick
Like
your
name
Cousin
Skeeter
You
bring
your
bitches
And
I
bring
my
bitches
And
then
we
'gon
play
Finders
Keepers
Light
on
Eureka
But
I
do
not
switch
TTG
from
EV
I
ain't
no
bitch
Be
with
the
bros
and
I
ride
for
my
sis
I'm
the
littlest
gun
But
this
bitch
got
the
clip
Lost
everything
all
at
once
I
was
sick
Now
I
run
bands
up
you
son
of
a
bitch
I
got
some
quotes
you
'gon
run
with
this
shit
Ain't
even
done
having
fun
with
this
bitch
Like
just
listen
I
came
from
the
gutter
My
attitude
pissy
That's
word
to
my
mother
Was
just
me
and
her
My
nana
and
my
brother
Ain't
open
to
no
one
I'm
closed
like
a
shutter
I'm
loaded
I'm
buffered
Big
charge
Why
the
gyal
dem
on
my
dick
Big
pause
Game
cut
throat
swimming
with
them
sharks
Big
Pitbull
all
bite,
no
bark
Fucking
'round
with
me
'gon
catch
these
paws
Word
'round
town
Miss
Kam
she
hard
Mhm
that's
facts
Come
'round
here
and
ya
'gon
get
clapped
Whatever
I
rap
bitch
that
shit
slap
I'm
spoiled
he
say
I'm
a
problem
Got
an
attitude
bitch
what
about
it
Stingy
niggas
I
cannot
allow
it
Throw
a
bag
and
a
bitch
get
to
smiling
Twenty-four
Rest
in
Peace
Kobe
I'm
on
go
These
niggas
know
me
You
a
hoe
Your
rap
sheet
is
phony
I'm
the
blueprint
Hoes
try
to
clone
me
They
'wan
be
me
They
watching
my
moves
and
shit
You
ain't
slick
You
can't
move
how
I'm
moving
bitch
Getting
mad
like
"How
the
fuck
she
do
this
shit?"
I
just
do
it
bitch
Now
go
figure
Go
get
you
a
stack
of
guap
Bitches
mad
'cause
they
style
And
they
rapping
flopped
Like
a
patty
Want
smoke?
Let
the
'addy
drop
Shoot
my
shot
And
you
'lor
hoes
barely
block
Knock
knock
Bitch
I'm
coming
Catch
up
bitch
Or
stop
running
Take
all
risks
for
these
hundreds
Told
y'all
niggas
no
bluffin'
Bitch
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