Текст песни Camelot - NLE Choppa
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,
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
(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
Man,
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
(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
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,
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
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
sparklin'
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
7's
(Crip)
Why
you
investigating
me?
'Cause
I
don't
know
a
thang
And
I'ma
always
keep
a
solid,
I'll
never
sang
You
know
I'm
Shotta
Fam,
I
always
rep
the
gang
(Shotta)
He
kept
on
dissin'
so
a
nigga
had
to
snatch
his
brain
(Gang,
gang)
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
motha
fucka
rain)
R.
Kelly
let
that
fuckin'
choppa
sing,
yeah
(Make
it
sing)
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