NLE Choppa - Camelot (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NLE Choppa - Camelot (en) Lyrics
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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
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
Mane 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
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
All up in the party, you know
we keep them carbons
Bring a nigga chills like
I work at Baskin-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
He speakin' on who? Send
his bitch ass to heaven
Extended clips, when we
tote them MAC-11's
My niggas they be crippin', they
be screamin' out them 7's
Why you investigating me? 'Cause
I don't know a thing
And I'ma always keep a solid,
I ain't never sang
You know I'm Shotta Fam, always
gotta rep the gang
He kept on dissin' so a nigga
had to snatch his brain
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 mothafucka' rain)
R. Kelly, let that fuckin' choppa
sing, yeah (Make it sing)
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