lirik lagu queezy_the_gangster – camelot (remix)
[intro]
yeah
freshduzit
yeah
huh? huh? huh?
[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n~gga speakin’ on that hot sh~t
f~ck the police ’cause them b~tches ain’t gon’ stop sh~t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n~gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c~ckpit
posted on camelot with a hundred some shottas
i be swimmin’ with the sharks, lil’ n~gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n~gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shout out to kingston, i keep me some rastas
[verse 1: nle choppa]
my n~ggas trappin’ out the bando, shout out to the migos (the migos)
if a n~gga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (grrah)
the trap always open, b~tch, we ain’t nevеr closed
we movin’ them packs and wе movin’ them kilos
step one, step two, do my dance in this b~tch
got a hundred some drums like a band in this b~tch
man, she keep on b~tchin’, all that naggin’ and sh~t
ho, shut the f~ck up and just gag on this d~ck
i’m a side n~gga, and i love when she swallow
if her n~gga say something, hit him with a hollow
that glizzy (yeah), knock your meat out your taco (your taco)
flexin’ on these b~tches, they call me johnny bravo
school of hard knocks, let me take you to class
my b~tch 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, yeah
[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n~gga speakin’ on that hot sh~t
f~ck the police ’cause them b~tches ain’t gon’ stop sh~t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n~gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c~ckpit
posted on camelot with a hundred some shottas
i be swimmin’ with the sharks, lil’ n~gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n~gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shout out to kingston, i keep me some rastas
[verse 2: blocboy jb]
i ain’t gon’ say too much, really, i been posted on some bloc sh~t (bloc sh~t)
gang member, but they got a n~gga in the moshpit (word)
blue faces all in my pocket, check how i mop sh~t (crip)
i drop sh~t, opps see me in person, change the topic
i’m on camelot with choppa, we got choppers (woah)
no burger king but we gon’ whop it, you won’t make it to the doctor (rrah, rrah, doon~doon~doon)
you know i’m married to the cake, i need a b~tch like betty crocker (betty crocker)
try to rob me, that’s a nada (nada)
no ovo, i got the drac’ in this impala (drizzy)
i’m in la kicking sh~t with mr. morgan (hah)
you ain’t gettin’ money, n~gga, then you’re boring (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i just called the hit and told my n~ggas kick your door in (door in)
they twenty deep, we thirty deep, no backup, bring some more in
[verse 3: yo gotti]
who am i? (huh?), big gotti (yeah), for the record, i’m worth fifty mil’, boy
all my lil’ homies millionaires and my whole city’ll k!ll for me
camelot (‘lot), my b~tch scam a lot (swipe)
cmg, this sh~t gangster, respect it like we rap~a~lot (beep)
in the kitchen with the pot, i’m on sunset in a drop (skrrt)
half a mil’, richard mille, that’s a crib on the watch
money high like helicopters, n~ggas play and we gon’ chop ’em
her ass fat, that’s from the doctor, nle, that’s my lil’ partner (yeah)
[verse 4: moneybagg yo]
been breaking b~tches, call me moneybagg pimpin’ (big bagg)
hit it, then skate, i’m a black bart simpson (skrrt)
lambo’ doors up in the middle of the trenches (north)
breaking down pounds, losing weight, i’m slimmin’ (work out)
bread gang business, we got loafs, you keep the crumbs (bum)
reaching for my charm, that draco knock off your arm (brr)
inhalin’ all the smoke, f~ck what it’s doing to my lungs
my lil’ philly b~tch so messy, i’m through f~ckin’ with that jawn
[verse 5: queezy_the_gangster]
camelot, criminal judged by arthur~
the king, put it in the rim like carter
i can shoot from the 3, but i ain’t no archer
she sucking on these nuts, georga washington carver
watchin’ smackdown, tag belts, rowan and luke harper
r.i.p., brodie lee, i’m her hero, peter parker
f~cked you up, robbed you, put your body in the harbour
murderer, boy, sweeney todd, in the cut, i’m the barber (like sweeney!)
[chorus: nle choppa]
i ain’t gon’ say too much when a n~gga speakin’ on that hot sh~t
f~ck the police ’cause them b~tches ain’t gon’ stop sh~t
oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
flyest n~gga in the game, yeah, i’m a c~ckpit
posted on camelot with a hundred~some shottas
i be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ n~gga, you a lobster
bullets heat a n~gga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
and shout out to kingston, i keep me some rastas
[verse 6: nle choppa]
all up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (them carbines)
bring a n~gga chills like i work at baskin~robbins (robbins)
i love batman, but a young n~gga robbin’
firework show ’cause my n~ggas get to sparkin’
i’m a hothead, i’ll crash any second (yeah)
he speakin’ on who? send his b~tch ass to heaven (to heaven)
extended clips when we tote them mac~11’s (uh~huh)
my n~ggas, they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them sevens (crip)
why you investigating me? ’cause i don’t know a thing
and i’ma always keep it solid, i’ll never sing
you know i’m shotta fam, always gotta rep the gang (shotta)
he kept on dissin’, so a n~gga had to sn~tch his brain, huh? (gang, gang)
had to sn~tch his brain, huh? (had to sn~tch that n~gga brain)
i had to sn~tch his brain, yeah (had to sn~tch that n~gga brain)
i had to make it rain (make that motherf~cker rain)
r. kelly, let that f~ckin’ chopper sing, yeah (make it sing)
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