
Not Nice Bright Campa
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Whoa
Straight up
Straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up, aye (Yeah)
It's Campa
[Verse 1]
Let a nigga go inside
Gotta wear a seatbelt when you ride
I'm keeping my Jimmy on tied
I can count that shit with no eye
You killed my partner, we ride
Little nigga, we ain't letting shit slide
Y'all niggas ain't letting shit die
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a nigga bitch outside
Then I pulled up the V-Live
And we had them sticks outside
Drinking on lean, I'm tired
Y'all niggas can't join my live
I ain't giving no fives
Y'all niggas fuck around and bе wired
(Yeah, yeah, yеah)
Drop-head Phantom on me
Whole lotta hunnids on me
Whole lotta rubber bands
Nigga, fuck a rubber band
Nigga, whole book bag me
Ten M's, yessirski
Whole lotta hoes, they ski
Cocaine white like teeth (Oh Whoa)
LA hoes on deck
Thirty rounds hanging out the TEC
Y'all niggas rookies, I'm a vet
Put a peephole through your neck
I just wanna talk about the check
Made a quarter ticket, bought a 'Vette
Campa still pop checks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was charging ten for 'em first
And I want ten for a verse
Fuck that, nigga want ten-times-ten for a verse
Ten-times-ten in your hearse
I don't go over there, I curse
I ain't tryna kiss that bitch, little bitch
I'ma put it on your chin when I burst
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Whoa
Straight up
Straight up, straight up
Straight up, straight up, aye (Yeah)
It's Campa
[Verse 1]
Let a nigga go inside
Gotta wear a seatbelt when you ride
I'm keeping my Jimmy on tied
I can count that shit with no eye
You killed my partner, we ride
Little nigga, we ain't letting shit slide
Y'all niggas ain't letting shit die
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hit a nigga bitch outside
Then I pulled up the V-Live
And we had them sticks outside
Drinking on lean, I'm tired
Y'all niggas can't join my live
I ain't giving no fives
Y'all niggas fuck around and bе wired
(Yeah, yeah, yеah)
Drop-head Phantom on me
Whole lotta hunnids on me
Whole lotta rubber bands
Nigga, fuck a rubber band
Nigga, whole book bag me
Ten M's, yessirski
Whole lotta hoes, they ski
Cocaine white like teeth (Oh Whoa)
LA hoes on deck
Thirty rounds hanging out the TEC
Y'all niggas rookies, I'm a vet
Put a peephole through your neck
I just wanna talk about the check
Made a quarter ticket, bought a 'Vette
Campa still pop checks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We was charging ten for 'em first
And I want ten for a verse
Fuck that, nigga want ten-times-ten for a verse
Ten-times-ten in your hearse
I don't go over there, I curse
I ain't tryna kiss that bitch, little bitch
I'ma put it on your chin when I burst
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