You no-business, born-insecure, junkyard
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Campfire, I'm a hot Please, no pictures, I'm a motherfucker Spidey senses when it's fake niggas Dreads swinging like they did to all them shake, nigga, that's West Coast 'til I If you respect, look me in my e-y-e I love my whips like a and travel lot of places Free my nigga, Hef, fuck the for President, CLBN resident Dis face when I'm disgraced, that's the in me catch me at a Whole Foods And if you see that red Mercedes, you know who
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Yeah, yeah, campfire, I'm a lil nigga There's red in my like Drew Barrymore, nigga And my fit on ET, yo on EBT So when you try to flex, I'm like, "What's yo score, nigga?" Yeah, and word to my granny 14, knew the route like Randy Everything dandy, gray sweats with the (Nausea, heartburn) Side may vary Yeah, these niggas, where the child lock? So many hits, I could have my own NOW! Pen a triple album of all my children No difference from Bop, book 'em in the Hilton
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