CAM'RON - Bubble Music

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    CAM'RON LYRICS
    
    "Bubble Music"
    (but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh
    
    [verse 1]
    mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly
    i'm on butter pirelli's
    wit' purple and yellow, hello
    thats butter and jelly
    i flip butter on celly's
    all right in front of the deli
    holly, lilly, to kelly all spent once on the telly
    (and what else) and i got hella gear
    my earring is nice the price
    3 townhomes in delaware
    uh tomato porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
    hip hop hooray i got to get
    that yayo off
    thats blocks to the ave, cops come blocking the 
    ave, i put the glock in the stash, slabs and copped in the trash
    still stop and i laugh, ma put
    them rock in your ass, the rest twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab
    play you for what
    you gon' play yourself
    ain't nobody gon' pay you like you pay yourself
    and my weight of the wealth was SK, AK, mayday, payday dog 
    don't play with your health.
    
    [chorus]
    mami...she open she open,jump off...hopin' i'm hopin', grab her...rope em' and dope em',
    oral...choke em' and choke em'
    i flip bundle to bundle, tryin' to double my double, at the same time.....for what.....but
    the cops say i'm 
    
    [verse 2]
    i get fresh from
    yankee stadium to the garden i beg your pardon
    stop it, my closet, macy's mens department
    pants, shirt, scarf, phone if you check it
    get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section
    fur for fur baby, baby you'll go stir crazy
    got that david yurmen burnin', the bird gazey
    you'll get hurt play me
    burp let the dirt chase me
    every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately i know
    some rn's that still strip, when i and this real dick, in
    the clinic, no student can heal shit
    better than college, after that, students home
    at least after your bid, ain't no student loans
    to pay back, jack, ask 
    what do you condone
    hit towns wit coke, a .45 blue as chrome
    now they done juiced marone??
    knock, knock are you at home
    i'm a call he, girls call the crib 
    and ask are you alone
    .....killa
    
    [chorus]
    
    [verse 3]
    we race foriegn cars, customed models, drop top mustard tahoe
    we like the musketeers, trained by cus d'amato
    just a model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow
    watch sanford in son
    i'm like the buzz in rolo
    afourtuniado, the porsche apollo, wars a follow
    got the mack jack, still swing swords like zorro
    we jackin' and clappin' yall just applaud like bravo
    now i plaud the cappo, zeke and santana
    i don't razor wrist's
    i keep eighths of piff
    the games and the chick
    like kobe imma rape the bitch
    razor grips, laser spit, glock cocked j or fifth
    d on the block just like jadakiss
    haters shift, plead the fifth, spray
    the fifth, gator kicks, ma-tr-ix, major chips, i'm your favorite.....killa
    dipset, dipset
    
    [chorus]
    
    
    [Thanks to prince_k24@yahoo.com for these lyrics]

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