Cam’ron - I.B.S lyrics

Cam’ron

Cam'ron [Cam'ron Giles] Manhattan, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Cam’ron - I.B.S lyrics]

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

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

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

Never mind stunting, dime puffin
Doc spent his time fronting
He like a bad detective
He ain't find nothing besides that though
I can't enjoy a movie dinner (why is that?)
My son growing up
I'm looking like the movie Thinner
I'm thinking suicide, do or die, sit and cry
(oh) what hurt my baby moms asking
If I'm getting high
She gonna play me a thug
I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustling ma
Please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm losing weight though
Every day pounds of muscle
Gotta get off my ass
Hit some towns and hustle
Bein sick, huh, it get sickening you know
I was too sick to do shows
But still equipped to move O's
You know my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I turn around
(then) I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again
It was just a game my friend
Dame mane I pained again

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

Killa!
Ayo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy
Vanishing
Had to go low, The Mayo Clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place
I'm only here by God's grace
Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram
Laparoscopy, endoscopy, I be stressed
(I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child
I had to spit it y'all kick to y'all
So it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

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
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

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