Cam’ron, N.O.R.E. - Fuck You At lyrics
Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Cam’ron, N.O.R.E. - Fuck You At lyrics]
Move 'em in move 'em out
Trapped in shoot it out bone a whore
Corner store want it raw
On the floor tie 'em up lie 'em down
Fk yall niggas crying now killer Cam
Side town fk yall niggas ridin' round
Creep wit da toast keep it close
Never know when you'll see da gross
From my yaht you'll see coast
From my block you'll see toast
Love da way I grab dat cash now I laugh
You love the way I smack dat ass backflash
You'll sniff foul powder over clam chowder
Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
While we listenin' to wild salsa la la bomba
Come through in the Hummer la la bomba
Face down ass up
That's the way we like to fk
After that pucker up
Babygirl we like to suck sucker what
Never duck that's not what my hoods about
Hood without a doubt
So bitch put it in your mouth chorus
Where da fk you at bust your gat
Where da fk you at do yall niggas sell crack
Where da fk you at got a fat stack
Where da fk you at
Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? Bitch betta have my money
Where da fk you at
Aiyo i spit spit flow flow
Get get doe doe switch switch yo yo
Sick sick fo-four swing swing click click
Drug game big brick swing swing big dick
Pretty thing thick chick cock cock nice nice
Shot shot twice twice
Now I gotta slice slice rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold bitches wanna Volvo
Woo shit was wo wo now we got dat cocoa
Tram tram palm palm chicks call it swanton
Of course we all suit and we all cute
Yo Queet call Kose bitch over here frotin'
Yo I want they're jaw loose
We got more troops get you hauled off juice
Stop frontin' yo you ain't sawed off proof
Whips whips cost cost six six floss floss
Big big boss boss get get lost lost
Chorus
Aiyo I need da type of girl
That's in love wit her cash
Get knocked together
Look at each other and laugh get a key
She like cut it in half get a in beef
She like da fk is my bag
Take cover and laugh real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
Bitch caught him in da Rover
Scared 'em aired 'em kiete la voka
Goin' to da gun range her hobby is rape
Girls lookin' at her jewels
Like they gotta be fake
Plus a brand new jeep
Leather brand new seats
Wit da dishes real deep nah, Cam too cheap
Yall can't flow wit dat
Bang it out throw it back
Ain't no here we go wit dat
Grabbin' on here lower back
Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
Uh uh uh now take that bitch
Chorus
Trapped in shoot it out bone a whore
Corner store want it raw
On the floor tie 'em up lie 'em down
Fk yall niggas crying now killer Cam
Side town fk yall niggas ridin' round
Creep wit da toast keep it close
Never know when you'll see da gross
From my yaht you'll see coast
From my block you'll see toast
Love da way I grab dat cash now I laugh
You love the way I smack dat ass backflash
You'll sniff foul powder over clam chowder
Yall lil' rascals like Alfalfa
While we listenin' to wild salsa la la bomba
Come through in the Hummer la la bomba
Face down ass up
That's the way we like to fk
After that pucker up
Babygirl we like to suck sucker what
Never duck that's not what my hoods about
Hood without a doubt
So bitch put it in your mouth chorus
Where da fk you at bust your gat
Where da fk you at do yall niggas sell crack
Where da fk you at got a fat stack
Where da fk you at
Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
Why? Bitch betta have my money
Where da fk you at
Aiyo i spit spit flow flow
Get get doe doe switch switch yo yo
Sick sick fo-four swing swing click click
Drug game big brick swing swing big dick
Pretty thing thick chick cock cock nice nice
Shot shot twice twice
Now I gotta slice slice rock rock ice ice
Drick drink Old Gold bitches wanna Volvo
Woo shit was wo wo now we got dat cocoa
Tram tram palm palm chicks call it swanton
Of course we all suit and we all cute
Yo Queet call Kose bitch over here frotin'
Yo I want they're jaw loose
We got more troops get you hauled off juice
Stop frontin' yo you ain't sawed off proof
Whips whips cost cost six six floss floss
Big big boss boss get get lost lost
Chorus
Aiyo I need da type of girl
That's in love wit her cash
Get knocked together
Look at each other and laugh get a key
She like cut it in half get a in beef
She like da fk is my bag
Take cover and laugh real prestiges
Walk around wit da mack dies smack Diez
Cause he said "Dame la chocha"
Bitch caught him in da Rover
Scared 'em aired 'em kiete la voka
Goin' to da gun range her hobby is rape
Girls lookin' at her jewels
Like they gotta be fake
Plus a brand new jeep
Leather brand new seats
Wit da dishes real deep nah, Cam too cheap
Yall can't flow wit dat
Bang it out throw it back
Ain't no here we go wit dat
Grabbin' on here lower back
Lookin' at me like she can take the shit
Uh uh uh now take that bitch
Chorus