StanWill - $camwill 2 lyrics

[StanWill - $camwill 2 lyrics]

First name "Scam", last name "Will", nigga
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) yeah, ayy, ayy
Bitch, you know who I am, nigga  (yeah)
First name "Scam", last name "Will"  (Who?)
First name "Scam", last name "Will" (Who?)
(Hokatiwi)
First name "Scam", last name "Will",  yeah
Bitch, you know that I'm, huh

Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"

Spend five when I hit the set casually
Vans Off White, I am not sex trafficking
Whole thirty in an opp, that's a casualty
Got a X on me, I feel like niggas after me
Yeah, I scam grannies and I dumb swipe
Throw a fist? Boy
That's like saying fuck life
I do not wrestle but I punch sites
Bitch see I'm in thrust mode
But that's something light
Ain't a demon that I can't summon
I don't wave ride but I'm wave running
Fell down a couple times but it ain't nothing
Put a hole in his back but he ain't Drummond
Cuts on my fingertips
I've been pape' touching
They should throw us on the X-Games
How the game stunting
I'll Neymar a bitch if she ain't fucking
I could be Carl Winslow and I ain't cuffing
Up a hunnid
What the fuck could I be humble for?
Made him disappear with the
Stick like I'm Dumbledore
Scammed your aunt Carolyn and yo uncle George
I was probably twelve scamming shit
Like fuck some chores
Sick of you hoes, don't get coughed on
Jeans Purple
Hoodie white but it's Off though
Bitch, if you ain't SB, you get balled on
I know gang got me, only niggas I can fall on
Got my bitch road running, Sacajawea
Starting wideout for FedEx
I'm a package receiver
Bitch foreign, whip German
I'm stabbing the Beamer
You don't race 'Cats, lil' dawg
You stabbing a Beetle
Ayy, so don't slide in that rust bucket
Swing with two sticks down the block
I'ma nunchuk it let me find out your credit
Low and we done fucking
Walked through the dark by myself
Now the sun coming double D's in the chop
Don't get titty fucked
Feel like Santa Claus in this bitch
Throwing giffies up
Explosive BIN, on tour blowing cities up
If you really thought I sold shoes
You a silly fuck no cap, you a dumbass
Boy, I'm finna reach deep in that one bag
Yeah, I teach sauce
Come enroll in a punch class
Like that bitch cheated on me, huh
I'll dump MAG

Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm Scam Will
Punch God, jugg GOAT, bitch, I'm
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"
First name "Scam", last name "Will"

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