Cameras Lyrics – Kid Caprio
Singer: Kid Caprio
Title: Cameras
Uh the world turning
The weed burning
Im still balling
I keep serving
I got some b#tches thats calling i never meet in person
That try to get me to follow
Or maybe read a verse and
Feel like i just hit the lotto
So maybe she was worth it
Another b#tch hit tomorrow
I know you see the circuit
You got a wrist i could borrow
Cause all these b#tches they hollow
She wan talk but wont call tho
She really need a birkin
She just lurking
We was working when still aint know eachother
Now it’s different
Now im certain thats its f#cked up
She was doubting my position
So i hit one and its one up
Give a f#ck a bout a b#tch
And since its still all on the come up
I be found up in the kitchen
I be switching and changing
But im the same it’s complicated
Im still with the persuasion
Ill get it straight if i debate it
Just tune in the station and get to swishing
I been faded
Why yall acting b#tches
Real sh#t lets get this f#cking paper
I be stacking them digits
And imma need need another comma
Why all acting suspicious
Real g’s is silent like lasagna
They like man sh#t what is this
Its swiss im styling that gabanna
They b#tch all on my dick
I f#ck your b#tch in prada
I dont call and i dip
And then i drip cause sh#t i gotta
Fill that cup to call the rim with the gin
And mix it how i taught her
Now im stuck and spinning
I need a minute sipping water
Got your b#tch and im winning
Like i was young rich Carter
If i get it spend it
Them b#tches still dont stand me
I just put on clinic for if you rich and flipping candy
It wont stick if uou timid
sh#t i can get it with a randy
Im just lifted and living
Im getting them b#tches some plan b
Got the clip with the 40
I bet that it wont miss your goalie
I aint talking religion
But i can make them b#tches holy
I am not with the snitching
Just cause you listen you dont know me
Used to flip the prescription
Or hit a mission with my brodie
Now they say that i changed
Only thang is my location
I was made for the rage
And since i was 8
sh#t i been raging
Never paid for the stage
And your b#tches play it on occasion
Got that fade if you hating
sh#t im just stating obligation
Im not patient im tripping
sh#t i get cagian with the chicken
I aint claim with the gang
But i still could bang my fingers with em
Cause the same i remain
And sh#t f#ck the chain the rings sick
And it go blang blow blang bang
I got the same blick
I get my cape cowl batmane
I got that wayne dick
And i just cant foul maintain
I set a lane pick
And im at lake powell mane
Aye them b#tches way thick
I get you doubted me b#tch
So all them feelings just aint stick
I f#ck your b#tch in prada
I dont call and i dip
And then i drip cause sh#t i gotta
Fill that cup to call the rim with the gin
And mix it how i taught her
Now im stuck and spinning
I need a minute sipping water
Got your b#tch and im winning
Like i was young rich Carter
If i get it spend it
Them b#tches still dont stand me
I just put on clinic for if you rich and flipping candy
It wont stick if uou timid
sh#t i can get it with a randy
Im just lifted and living
Im getting them b#tches some plan b
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