You can ride shotgun, but it got a knock back You can ride back seat, seat still fir
She can do a dance, get drunk, throw a shot stack Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense, sick like my name Rick Burr
Big boy Camtime, sleepin' on you niggas, I'm a real big dreamer, Man the shit gets scary
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga,She gon' make it obvious, inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch, she just taste like candy Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
Gotta bring the bag home, so I put the mask on She got green, no, I'm not Jim Carrey
Gotta bring the bag home, so I turn God for a while Camtime , but I'm not Jim Carrey
Tell her, bring her ass on, I'ma be in heat for a while Pullin' up, smellin' like strawberries
Tell her, bring her ass on, i was feeling weak for a while, and she pull up smelling just like Roses
Camtime? what? tell me what you proposing She can do a dance, with her legs wide open
She gone get loud, till the neighborhood know this Freak of the week, been proved and showed it
Wrapped it, tapped it, watered it, growed it Slapped it, zapped it, heated it, froze it
Killed it, skimmed it, murdered death rowed it ,Pussy so good, had to silver and gold it
Bust down Patek, bust down Side Hoes, main hoes mad, yeah I think they noticed ,
Plain Jane t-shirt, keep it white T for a while I don't really got a reason, I don't know it
Run down opper, washed down copper We can make a move when you left wide open
I don't even smoke, so talk proper One thing about me, opps im smoking
Then chain go dummy, fit, straight dumbass I'ma get it in like a nigga finna the Pump gas
I'ma get the money for a minute aint a tough task
If you talk down, then my shooter know to bust ass
Chain on lightning
Got it sayin (ka-chow)
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nothing
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nathan
She can talk down, but she ain't on nathaniel
Baby, you can ride till the wheels fall off
Baby, you can ride till you break off the handles
I went to the beach, put the Gucci on my feet
Knew I'm goddamn well shoulda left in the sandals
She was tryna f*ck the gang, you not getting run through, you getting trampled
She was tryna not to make no noise, she's screaming , I made a sample
I stood up, I burnt off
She wanna hump like a back on the camel
Yo, look at this, you is my bitch
You talk too much, I'ma leave you in shambles
I get too hot, I talk my shit
Look at the mic, man, that shit really flammable
She got that gawk, give her that dick
She eat this meat like this bitch really cannibal
She slurp me up like a motherf*ckin' danimal
She wanna rap, tryna chill with the boys
I'm tryna tell you we move like some animals
You make it seem like I don't have a choice
I'm getting used to the motherf*ckin' sound of you
You telling me you in love with my voice
My pockets grow the more I f*ck around with you
I make it seem like them shits on the roids
You niggas lame, jump from the plane
Hot like a flame when I get deployed
This bitch insane, she always playing
Give me the brain, now I'm annoyed
I got the drip, I make them slip
You got the drain
Yeah im the boy
I leave a stain right where she's laying
Play with that puss just like a toy
I was in pain, pain, pain
Till I grew up, made a choice
I can't be tame, tame, tame
Yeah, caged up, but I'm poised
What is your name, name, name
She threw that ass to the void
This ain't a game, game, game
I beat it up like I'm Floyd
Yeah, yeah, where the opps said we don't pop pills
When we sick where the docks at?
Now She got red bottoms f*ckin' with the crocks on
G-spot, here she gon' bring a couple thots back
I just got a shotgun, but I got a knockback
You can ride back, see, see, still furred
She gon' do a dance, get drunk, throwin' shots back
Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense
Sick like my name, Rick Burr
Big boy camtime sleepin' on you niggas
I'm a real big dreamer, nigga, she get scared
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga
She gon' make it obvious, she inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch and she taste like candy
Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
Ca'Midnight Black - Clone #78 Lyrics
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You can ride shotgun, but it got a knock back You can ride back seat, seat still fir
She can do a dance, get drunk, throw a shot stack Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense, sick like my name Rick Burr
Big boy Camtime, sleepin' on you niggas, I'm a real big dreamer, Man the shit gets scary
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga,She gon' make it obvious, inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch, she just taste like candy Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
Gotta bring the bag home, so I put the mask on She got green, no, I'm not Jim Carrey
Gotta bring the bag home, so I turn God for a while Camtime , but I'm not Jim Carrey
Tell her, bring her ass on, I'ma be in heat for a while Pullin' up, smellin' like strawberries
Tell her, bring her ass on, i was feeling weak for a while, and she pull up smelling just like Roses
Camtime? what? tell me what you proposing She can do a dance, with her legs wide open
She gone get loud, till the neighborhood know this Freak of the week, been proved and showed it
Wrapped it, tapped it, watered it, growed it Slapped it, zapped it, heated it, froze it
Killed it, skimmed it, murdered death rowed it ,Pussy so good, had to silver and gold it
Bust down Patek, bust down Side Hoes, main hoes mad, yeah I think they noticed ,
Plain Jane t-shirt, keep it white T for a while I don't really got a reason, I don't know it
Run down opper, washed down copper We can make a move when you left wide open
I don't even smoke, so talk proper One thing about me, opps im smoking
Then chain go dummy, fit, straight dumbass I'ma get it in like a nigga finna the Pump gas
I'ma get the money for a minute aint a tough task
If you talk down, then my shooter know to bust ass
Chain on lightning
Got it sayin (ka-chow)
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nothing
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nathan
She can talk down, but she ain't on nathaniel
Baby, you can ride till the wheels fall off
Baby, you can ride till you break off the handles
I went to the beach, put the Gucci on my feet
Knew I'm goddamn well shoulda left in the sandals
She was tryna f*ck the gang, you not getting run through, you getting trampled
She was tryna not to make no noise, she's screaming , I made a sample
I stood up, I burnt off
She wanna hump like a back on the camel
Yo, look at this, you is my bitch
You talk too much, I'ma leave you in shambles
I get too hot, I talk my shit
Look at the mic, man, that shit really flammable
She got that gawk, give her that dick
She eat this meat like this bitch really cannibal
She slurp me up like a motherf*ckin' danimal
She wanna rap, tryna chill with the boys
I'm tryna tell you we move like some animals
You make it seem like I don't have a choice
I'm getting used to the motherf*ckin' sound of you
You telling me you in love with my voice
My pockets grow the more I f*ck around with you
I make it seem like them shits on the roids
You niggas lame, jump from the plane
Hot like a flame when I get deployed
This bitch insane, she always playing
Give me the brain, now I'm annoyed
I got the drip, I make them slip
You got the drain
Yeah im the boy
I leave a stain right where she's laying
Play with that puss just like a toy
I was in pain, pain, pain
Till I grew up, made a choice
I can't be tame, tame, tame
Yeah, caged up, but I'm poised
What is your name, name, name
She threw that ass to the void
This ain't a game, game, game
I beat it up like I'm Floyd
Yeah, yeah, where the opps said we don't pop pills
When we sick where the docks at?
Now She got red bottoms f*ckin' with the crocks on
G-spot, here she gon' bring a couple thots back
I just got a shotgun, but I got a knockback
You can ride back, see, see, still furred
She gon' do a dance, get drunk, throwin' shots back
Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense
Sick like my name, Rick Burr
Big boy camtime sleepin' on you niggas
I'm a real big dreamer, nigga, she get scared
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga
She gon' make it obvious, she inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch and she taste like candy
Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
She can do a dance, get drunk, throw a shot stack Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense, sick like my name Rick Burr
Big boy Camtime, sleepin' on you niggas, I'm a real big dreamer, Man the shit gets scary
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga,She gon' make it obvious, inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch, she just taste like candy Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
Gotta bring the bag home, so I put the mask on She got green, no, I'm not Jim Carrey
Gotta bring the bag home, so I turn God for a while Camtime , but I'm not Jim Carrey
Tell her, bring her ass on, I'ma be in heat for a while Pullin' up, smellin' like strawberries
Tell her, bring her ass on, i was feeling weak for a while, and she pull up smelling just like Roses
Camtime? what? tell me what you proposing She can do a dance, with her legs wide open
She gone get loud, till the neighborhood know this Freak of the week, been proved and showed it
Wrapped it, tapped it, watered it, growed it Slapped it, zapped it, heated it, froze it
Killed it, skimmed it, murdered death rowed it ,Pussy so good, had to silver and gold it
Bust down Patek, bust down Side Hoes, main hoes mad, yeah I think they noticed ,
Plain Jane t-shirt, keep it white T for a while I don't really got a reason, I don't know it
Run down opper, washed down copper We can make a move when you left wide open
I don't even smoke, so talk proper One thing about me, opps im smoking
Then chain go dummy, fit, straight dumbass I'ma get it in like a nigga finna the Pump gas
I'ma get the money for a minute aint a tough task
If you talk down, then my shooter know to bust ass
Chain on lightning
Got it sayin (ka-chow)
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nothing
Nigga talk down and he ain't on nathan
She can talk down, but she ain't on nathaniel
Baby, you can ride till the wheels fall off
Baby, you can ride till you break off the handles
I went to the beach, put the Gucci on my feet
Knew I'm goddamn well shoulda left in the sandals
She was tryna f*ck the gang, you not getting run through, you getting trampled
She was tryna not to make no noise, she's screaming , I made a sample
I stood up, I burnt off
She wanna hump like a back on the camel
Yo, look at this, you is my bitch
You talk too much, I'ma leave you in shambles
I get too hot, I talk my shit
Look at the mic, man, that shit really flammable
She got that gawk, give her that dick
She eat this meat like this bitch really cannibal
She slurp me up like a motherf*ckin' danimal
She wanna rap, tryna chill with the boys
I'm tryna tell you we move like some animals
You make it seem like I don't have a choice
I'm getting used to the motherf*ckin' sound of you
You telling me you in love with my voice
My pockets grow the more I f*ck around with you
I make it seem like them shits on the roids
You niggas lame, jump from the plane
Hot like a flame when I get deployed
This bitch insane, she always playing
Give me the brain, now I'm annoyed
I got the drip, I make them slip
You got the drain
Yeah im the boy
I leave a stain right where she's laying
Play with that puss just like a toy
I was in pain, pain, pain
Till I grew up, made a choice
I can't be tame, tame, tame
Yeah, caged up, but I'm poised
What is your name, name, name
She threw that ass to the void
This ain't a game, game, game
I beat it up like I'm Floyd
Yeah, yeah, where the opps said we don't pop pills
When we sick where the docks at?
Now She got red bottoms f*ckin' with the crocks on
G-spot, here she gon' bring a couple thots back
I just got a shotgun, but I got a knockback
You can ride back, see, see, still furred
She gon' do a dance, get drunk, throwin' shots back
Pullin' up three, now she move like curry
I ain't gon' hate, I'ma tell her that she got that defense
Sick like my name, Rick Burr
Big boy camtime sleepin' on you niggas
I'm a real big dreamer, nigga, she get scared
She ain't gotta tell me that she love me, nigga
She gon' make it obvious, she inna hurry
Dark skinned bitch and she taste like candy
Got a nickname, so I call her Wildberry
Writer: Camryn Williams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid