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Cam'ron — Losing Weight Part 2 (feat. Juelz Santana)

[Hook: Cam’Ron]
Aiyyo, fuck losing weight
I’m back on these highways moving cakes
Life’s based upon what I’ma do today
Cop a car, new estate
Na, fuck it get the beef and rocks blue and grey
Baby do the date
I got ta move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y’all niggas screwin me
Killa never let the drama slide
Y’all gone hear a nigga momma die
Yell out homicide

[Cam’Ron]
18 months please, that ain’t facing time
I’m stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I’ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I’m the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men
That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe
Pictures of renegades, she’ll piss in your lemonade
And y’all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don’t know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I’ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She’ll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he said «yeah, don’t play with his chips»
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga

[Hook: Juelz Santana]
Fuck losing weight
We back on these highways moving cakes
Life’s based upon what I’ma do today
I think my moms moving away
Yeah, I think I’ma cop me that new estate
Baby do the date
I got to move an eighth
Fuck the scrutiny
Y’all niggas screwin me
Juelz never let the cops get me
On the block til the shots hit me
Until the shots get me

[Juelz Santana]

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