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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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White Girls
Lyricist:Cameron Giles, R. (robert) Kelly
Killa, lemme tell you 'bout my wifey real quick Had her wifed up that's what's in and shit ya dig Tell you 'bout it
Yo, she took me out my stinkin' aces to the pinkest bracelet Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist Got a white, girl, tell you that she's quite thorough Borough to borough, flew me through this white world
From Columbia then she moved to Canada Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her Met her in '90, Jayvel was the damager I wasn't understanding her, everyone was a friend of her
That was confusing her, he was abusing her That wasn't new to her, bought me a luger brah' Of course, of course, never had intercourse Of course, of course, without her wouldn't have been a boss
I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas That's my girl girl, yup so give her some honor
Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Oh, yes he did
My pride and joy, called her butter When she bake a cake, I told her we be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutta, no
I let my baby hang outside with the brothers Come back, cake on the bed, the size of the covers Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, get a dime for my butter
That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja But I did watch her, played Tony Montana Here's a queelo, yep, she'll be back Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com For them peso's, yep, she'll be crack
Rocks so bright, money so right I got 7 workers, she's snow white And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs
And it's, it's them boys, we get dough Ask a fiend 'cause they know And don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ride
Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream (Killa) Poppa had a dream Oh, yes he did
McGoo said, 'That the bird's the word But the fur Byrd gang flip bird's on curbs' And, it's ya, homey thunny, I got a pony dummy Phoney's clone me, calm down, I'm only money
Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi Not concerned with many, got my girl here When it come to money, shit, I'm burning plenty
And poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Oh, yes he did
Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Poppa had a dream Oh, yes he did
And it's, it's them boys, we get dough Ask a fiend 'cause they know And and don't be shy, where to lie? Yessiry We get high fa'sho, dipset, let's ride
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