Cam'Ron lyrics
Cam'Ron lyrics
"Get 'Em Girl Lyrics"
Tie Your Mother Down May Lyrics
Get your party gown Get your pigtail down Get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right Got my act all tight It's gotta be tonight my little Schoolbabe Your momma say
Get your party gown Get your pigtail down Get your heart beatin' baby Got my timin' right Got my act all tight It's gotta be tonight my little Schoolbabe Your momma say
[Cam'Ron]
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement
Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers
I rock mostly d
Mot Ok?Nda Hav Lyrics
Sa? ar vi har igen Du lurar mej med ord La?gan andas an men vi har vantat lange nog La?ngt bort ett vingslag mot dag La?ngt bort det hjarta som slog Du fra?gar m
osey, I roll mostly dololySa? ar vi har igen Du lurar mej med ord La?gan andas an men vi har vantat lange nog La?ngt bort ett vingslag mot dag La?ngt bort det hjarta som slog Du fra?gar m
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat
When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis , leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"
[Chorus]
They getting nice, they got some ice
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Cry (Remix) Lyrics
I'll always want to fall for you I'll never want to feel this broken too Blown here on a fire to you It's both and more of all we do Seems like I never really know Just what it is tha
's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)I'll always want to fall for you I'll never want to feel this broken too Blown here on a fire to you It's both and more of all we do Seems like I never really know Just what it is tha
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)
See acting fiesty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)
[Cam'Ron]
You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)
Violent Lyrics
I checked in a room today up above the downtown market bricks right now a boy gets old a boy gets bitter a boy learns not to trust someone inside his room the door locks tight
Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)
First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick
Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shi