paroles de chanson White Girls - Cam'ron
Killa,
lemme
tell
you
'bout
my
wifey
real
quick
Had
her
wifed
up
that's
what's
in
and
shit
ya
dig
Tell
you
'bout
it
Yo,
she
took
me
out
my
stinkin'
aces
to
the
pinkest
bracelet
Basics
to
basics,
no
way
you
could
think
I'm
racist
Got
a
white,
girl,
tell
you
that
she's
quite
thorough
Borough
to
borough,
flew
me
through
this
white
world
From
Columbia
then
she
moved
to
Canada
Now
she
live
in
Harlem,
writing,
you
could
say
I
manage
her
Met
her
in
'90,
Jayvel
was
the
damager
I
wasn't
understanding
her,
everyone
was
a
friend
of
her
That
was
confusing
her,
he
was
abusing
her
That
wasn't
new
to
her,
bought
me
a
luger
brah'
Of
course,
of
course,
never
had
intercourse
Of
course,
of
course,
without
her
wouldn't
have
been
a
boss
I
would
flip
for
my
mama,
got
me
getting
my
commas
Paid
for
my
1st
va-ca,
a
trip
to
Bahamas
Swam
in
the
ocean,
I
was
dishin'
pirannas
That's
my
girl
girl,
yup
so
give
her
some
honor
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Oh,
yes
he
did
My
pride
and
joy,
called
her
butter
When
she
bake
a
cake,
I
told
her
we
be
lovers
She
live
with
me
right,
I
hide
her
from
my
mother
See
she
wouldn't
understand
I'm
supplyin'
the
gutta,
no
I
let
my
baby
hang
outside
with
the
brothers
Come
back,
cake
on
the
bed,
the
size
of
the
covers
Shot
5 with
a
sucka,
another
5 with
a
trucker
Took
a
hit
without
paying,
get
a
dime
for
my
butter
That's
my
holy
ma-momma,
second
only
to
'ganja
But
I
did
watch
her,
played
Tony
Montana
Here's
a
queelo,
yep,
she'll
be
back
For
them
peso's,
yep,
she'll
be
crack
Rocks
so
bright,
money
so
right
I
got
7 workers,
she's
snow
white
And
you
know
the
steez,
I
met
the
ocean
breeze
Killa
Cam
hand
to
hand
with
cocoa
leafs
And
it's,
it's
them
boys,
we
get
dough
Ask
a
fiend
'cause
they
know
And
don't
be
shy,
where
to
lie?
Yessiry
We
get
high
fa'sho,
dipset,
let's
ride
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
(Killa)
Poppa
had
a
dream
Oh,
yes
he
did
McGoo
said,
"That
the
bird's
the
word
But
the
fur
Byrd
gang
flip
bird's
on
curbs"
And,
it's
ya,
homey
thunny,
I
got
a
pony
dummy
Phoney's
clone
me,
calm
down,
I'm
only
money
Like
Prince
Akee,
you
the
servant
semi
Living
Martin's
dream
as
I
burn
a
hemi
Not
concerned
with
many,
got
my
girl
here
When
it
come
to
money,
shit,
I'm
burning
plenty
And
poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Oh,
yes
he
did
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Poppa
had
a
dream
Oh,
yes
he
did
And
it's,
it's
them
boys,
we
get
dough
Ask
a
fiend
'cause
they
know
And
and
don't
be
shy,
where
to
lie?
Yessiry
We
get
high
fa'sho,
dipset,
let's
ride
1 Killa Cam (intro)
2 He Tried to Play Me (feat. Hell Rell)
3 Leave You Alone
4 Living a Lie (feat. Mo' Money)
5 We Make Change (feat. Juelz Santana)
6 Voicemail Interlude
7 Wet Wipes
8 Touch It or Not (feat. Lil' Wayne)
9 War (feat. Hell Rell)
10 Triple Up (feat. 40 Cal.)
11 I.B.S.
12 Get Ya Gun
13 White Girls
14 Girls, Cash, Cars
15 Do Ya Thing (remix)
16 Get 'em Daddy (feat. Hell Rell, J.R. Writer & Jim Jones) (remix)
17 Voicemail Interlude 2
18 Something New (feat. Hell Rell)
19 You Gotta Love It (feat. Max B)
20 Love My Life (feat. Nicole Wray)
21 Exclusive Track 1
22 Exclusive Track 2
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