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queezy_the_gangster - camelot (remix) lyrics

[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!)

[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)

- queezy_the_gangster lyrics

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