CAM'RON - Where The Fuck You At

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    CAM'RON LYRICS
    
    "Where The Fuck You At"
    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
    Fuck yall niggas crying now
    Killer Cam
    Side town
    Fuck 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 fuck
    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 fuck you at
    Bust your gat
    Where da fuck you at
    Do yall niggas sell crack
    Where da fuck you at
    Got a fat stack
    Where da fuck you at
    Huh, ain't a damn thing funny
    Why? Bitch betta have my money
    Where da fuck 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 fuck 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]

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