paroles de chanson Camouflage - PNC

I'm on the bag kick the plate up
I'm on the track kick the plate up
I'm on the bag kick the plate up (yeah)
I'm on the track kick the plate up
I'm dressed it up
The liquor's in my arteries
Kitchen top looking similar to pharmacies
They ran their mouth
Now we're finding out the talks tall
I'm coming out
That means fire for your aux cord
I see that clip
So all I'm hearing is my son's flow
But fuck the kids
All I care is that my funds grow
Who got the doughs
Let's feel it on a laptop
I run the game since the days I had a mascot (what's up)
No introduction needed
My circumference undefeated
Every hand I play is royal flush
And then I just repeat it
Beat em to death in fact
I hit like Stephen stepping back
We still about our cash money
You better put respect on that
Rappin that [?] music
And it's patrick [?] produced it
Do this on my own
You know I never had to supergroup it
New shit to flood the net
I been through hell but nonetheless
I still telling my tale till my body fail and come to rest

On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
Yeah we on our way to Mars
We all fully charged
With our whole entourage at the bar
Dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
Yeah we on our way to Mars
We all fully charged
With our whole entourage at the bar
Dressed in camouflage

Come off the [?]
We pursue the payday
With some wait to their shit for me to stay grounded
Only move that they make is a pump fakes
I got a real one standing adjacent
With American swag of an actress
Then look at the girls that you're chasing
Either ratchet bat shit or catfish
We're in the habitat getting drunk
That Jameison about to sink in
Big bag of caps in the trunk
Not gonna feel my face for the weekend
Try looking in the eyes of a killer
But those guys in the park start smoking
They'll tell you like Bryson Tiller (dope)

Dope
I am the bud
Rhythm method is the distribution
Music is the drug
We been a New Zealand institution
Rhyming out my mind
Since I signed up with Thirty Records
And about the time I hit Thirty
Moved it to independent status
Called codes
Shout out to Jordan and to Amo
Were in God mode
You was a rappin so
Come and turn your game
Damn I need a charge
Somebody pass a pill already
On my way to Mars
And when i come it's like the military

On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
Yeah we on our way to Mars
We all fully charged
With our whole entourage at the bar
Dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
Yeah we on our way to Mars
We all fully charged
With our whole entourage at the bar
Dressed in camouflage

On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage
On my way to Mars
Whole squad dressed in camouflage