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CAMP (feat. radCat) Video (MV)




Performed By: Spiegel
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Brody Willette-Zebell, Herman Green
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Spiegel - CAMP (feat. radCat) Lyrics
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Alright campers, today's challenge is to find a reason to keep going
私はそのダチです
They couldn't stand to see me, stone-faced, cold eyes. Now they got they hands up like the cops outside
Feelin' like Professor X, way I'm playin' with your mind. Summer camp shit, nigga get it over no time
Don't say you can kill it, when your lines don't rhyme. Takin' down your whole team
Dollasign, that's mine, and I won't do time. Cuz your whole crew, chopped. Mortal Kombat, shit, I hit a trigger and you blocked
I would've still hit your bitch if I had the high top. It just helped that I got the free forms like NaK
When my noti hit her phone, best believe she gon' drop.
Best believe the whole roster, death row, no Pac
Bitch, I'm so OP, all these niggas call me opp. Five months doin' this, couldn't pay my ass to stop
Half you niggas is my sons, you a bastard like a cop
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
You thought I was done, I just begun. I'm on the beat and I'm havin' some fun
You already know that my name is motherf*ckin' radCat, beat
Shift, I rhyme to the beat and I rhyme to the mist
BITCH! clung to my arm like a dawwwwggg
Motherf*cker want me, puppy eyes, beggin' for it
Everybody's girl, wantin' it
Yeah, my flow liquid smooth
AND MY BITCH LIKE MITSKI BITCH!!
RAWR!
And you can't Johnny Test me, can't stress about a bitch. I'm eatin' hearts like Jeffrey
The fiends at my door, cause I got the secret recipe. Don't ask me for a verse, cause you'll never get the best of me
When I pull my chain back, you'll wonder where your eyes at
If you f*ck wit radCat, I'll beat you like a step-dad. Turn you to a half-assed, hashtag that's sad
私はそのダチです
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans
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Alright campers, today's challenge is to find a reason to keep going
私はそのダチです
They couldn't stand to see me, stone-faced, cold eyes. Now they got they hands up like the cops outside
Feelin' like Professor X, way I'm playin' with your mind. Summer camp shit, nigga get it over no time
Don't say you can kill it, when your lines don't rhyme. Takin' down your whole team
Dollasign, that's mine, and I won't do time. Cuz your whole crew, chopped. Mortal Kombat, shit, I hit a trigger and you blocked
I would've still hit your bitch if I had the high top. It just helped that I got the free forms like NaK
When my noti hit her phone, best believe she gon' drop.
Best believe the whole roster, death row, no Pac
Bitch, I'm so OP, all these niggas call me opp. Five months doin' this, couldn't pay my ass to stop
Half you niggas is my sons, you a bastard like a cop
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
You thought I was done, I just begun. I'm on the beat and I'm havin' some fun
You already know that my name is motherf*ckin' radCat, beat
Shift, I rhyme to the beat and I rhyme to the mist
BITCH! clung to my arm like a dawwwwggg
Motherf*cker want me, puppy eyes, beggin' for it
Everybody's girl, wantin' it
Yeah, my flow liquid smooth
AND MY BITCH LIKE MITSKI BITCH!!
RAWR!
And you can't Johnny Test me, can't stress about a bitch. I'm eatin' hearts like Jeffrey
The fiends at my door, cause I got the secret recipe. Don't ask me for a verse, cause you'll never get the best of me
When I pull my chain back, you'll wonder where your eyes at
If you f*ck wit radCat, I'll beat you like a step-dad. Turn you to a half-assed, hashtag that's sad
私はそのダチです
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans. Time to f*ck it up, take these hoes to camp
I got a couple groupies in the van for the band. Roll a couple doobies and throw up your hands
Now that you made it, they gon' act like fans
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Writer: Brody Willette-Zebell, Herman Green
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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