I.B.S Cam'ron

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[Intro]
Let me tell y'all a lil' story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though, uhh...

[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude: arrogant, cocky, rude
Eating off papi food, used to be a stocky dude
Weighed two-twenty, with two honeys, I move money
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Every day my stomach hurt, ripping off my undershirt
The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishing
Throwing up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassing
Regurgitating: green, yellow, burgundy, boom
But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh)
In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage
They said pimping symptoms, huh, a dope addict
There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine

[Chorus]
My baby mama, mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gaudy (too gaudy), word to my blue Mauris
This is a true story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again