Camelot (Explicit)
NLE Choppa"Camelot (Explicit)" is a song by NLE Choppa, released in 2019 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:20 long and contains 50 lines and 493 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : Bryson Potts/Darzell Triplett
0:01作词 : Bryson Potts/Darzell Triplett
0:10I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
0:13**** the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
0:16Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
0:19Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
0:21Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
0:24I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
0:27Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
0:29And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
0:32My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos
0:35If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
0:38The trap always open, bitch we ain't never closed
0:40We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos
0:43Step one, Step two, do my dance in this bitch
0:46Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch
0:48Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit
0:51Hoe shut the **** up and jus' gag on this dick
0:54I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow
0:57If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow
1:00That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
1:02Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo
1:05School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
1:08My bitch is real skinny but she got a fat ass
1:11I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
1:13If you try to take it from me, his toe gon' have a tag
1:16I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit
1:19**** the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit
1:22Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick
1:24Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit
1:27Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots
1:29I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
1:32Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta
1:35And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
1:38All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons
1:41Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
1:43I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin'
1:46Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin'
1:49I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second
1:52He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven
1:54Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's
1:57My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's
2:00Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing
2:02And I'ma always keep a solid 'cuase I'll never sand
2:05You know I'm Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang
2:08He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain
2:11Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
2:15I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
2:17I had to make it rain (make that motha ****a rain)
2:20R. Kelly let that ****in' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
作曲 : Bryson Potts/Darzell Triplett 作词 : Bryson Potts/Darzell Triplett I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit **** the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas My niggas trappin' out the bando, shoutout to the Migos If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole The trap always open, bitch we ain't never closed We movin' them packs and we movin' them kilos Step one, Step two, do my dance in this bitch Got a hunnid some' drums like a band in this bitch Mane she keep on bitchin', all that naggin' and shit Hoe shut the **** up and jus' gag on this dick I'm a side nigga, and I love when she swallow If a nigga say something, hit him wit' a hollow That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco Flexin' on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo School of hard knocks, let me take you to class My bitch is real skinny but she got a fat 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 I ain't gon' say too much when a nigga speakin' on that hot shit **** the police, 'cause them bitches ain't gon' stop shit Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin' popped quick Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I'm a cockpit Posted on Camelot, wit' a hunnid some' shots I be swimmin' wit' the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster Bullets hit a nigga up, like he eatin' on some pasta And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin' Firework show, 'cause my niggas get to sparklin' I'm a hot head, I'll crash any second He speakin' on who? Send his bitch ass to heaven Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11's My niggas they be crippin', they be screamin' out them 7's Why you investigating me? 'Cause I don't know a thing And I'ma always keep a solid 'cuase I'll never sand You know I'm Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang He kept on dissin' so a nigga had to snatch his brain Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain) I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain) I had to make it rain (make that motha ****a rain) R. Kelly let that ****in' choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
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