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Origineel

(Cam'ron) My paper yes my paper Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker Try play us your whole crew will be price payers Knife waver gat tooter life taker Nice flavor real fruity like Cly Davis Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it I been rich since I was 20 bitch Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money clip This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger Im the reason true but the reason she breezing thru She aint smart she wanna part and kill the season too Get her an audition and I'm in a motition I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision (Chorus: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba (Cam'ron) Like fry chicken they winging ock Me I'm bringing guap I aint sell enough records to have the things I got First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot Let me stop thses niggas like to sing a lot Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop Aint no trouble asking I'm in the bubble flashing Walther P.P.K 380 double action Played the restaurant In the east Saint Lawerance Patented leather, black and decker Did your girl played your ark Like the 45 I pop and dump her Hung up she called me back tried to block her number She could not get dumber In the winter blocks in summer Your son my little man, Your pops my runner He washed the whip, said yall alliance is gone The he pulled out a wrench and turned the hydrant on (Chorus: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba I can lomba (la la la bomba) Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) (Vado) Im so cool plus speak high You dont even hear the room when i breeze by I see why SLR me and gy Can't stop hit the horn at least three times They like who that Nigga we that 40th to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at Here take this raw too finish then you read that Banana clips sweep Six feet where you sleep at Nigga believe that That short change leave that You don't need a g-pack The whole thing we keep that So what's goodie Black suede and hoodies No chain I seen more bang bangs than boogie (HAA) Yea I straight aim it fully And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully Yea this kid is the truth I said killa fuck the cars just give me the booth (Chorus: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba I can lomba (la la la bomba) Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

 

Vertaling

(Cam'ron) My paper yes my paper Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker Probeer ons te bespelen, je hele groep zal prijsbetalers zijn. Knife waver gat tooter life taker Lekkere smaak echt fruitig zoals Cly Davis Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it Ik ben rijk sinds ik 20 was, trut Pistool recht door het geld (Wat is dat) de geld clip Deze Gucci kick heeft je meisje op naaktfoto's gezet, klaag me maar aan. Ze wil dat ik haar kont groter maak. Ik ben de reden waar, maar de reden dat ze door het lint gaat. Ze is niet slim, ze wil ook meedoen en het seizoen om zeep helpen. Geef haar een auditie en ik ben in een motie I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision (Refrein: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba (Cam'ron) Like fry chicken they winging ock Me I'm bringing guap Ik verkoop niet genoeg platen om de dingen te hebben die ik heb Breng eerst een druppel, breng een winkel, breng een jacht, breng een wieg, breng een paard, ketenen, hele vleugels zijn heet Laat me die niggas stoppen die veel willen zingen Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop Aint no trouble asking I'm in the bubble flashing Walther P.P.K 380 double action Played the restaurant In het oosten Saint Lawerance Gepatenteerd leer, zwart en decker Heeft je meisje je ark bespeeld Zoals de 45 die ik knalde en haar dumpte Hing op, ze belde me terug probeerde haar nummer te blokkeren Ze kon niet dommer worden In de winter blokkeert ze in de zomer Je zoon mijn kleine man, je pops mijn loper. Hij waste de zweep, zei dat je alliantie weg is. The he pulled a wrench and turned the hydrant on (Refrein: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba I can lomba (la la la bomba) Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (Vado) Im so cool plus speak high You don't even hear the room when i breeze by I see why SLR me and gy Can't stop hit the horn at least three times They like who that Nigga we that 40th to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at Hier neem deze ruwe te eindigen dan lees je dat Banana clips sweep Six feet where you sleep at Nigga geloof dat Dat kleingeld laat dat Je hebt geen g-pack nodig Dat houden we allemaal So what's goodie Black suede and hoodies No chain I seen more bang bangs than boogie (HAA) Ja, ik richt het volledig And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully Yea this kid is the truth I said killa fuck the cars just give me the booth (Refrein: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba I can lomba (la la la bomba) Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba)