Correction Lyrics Camera Roll by Cash Kidd

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You recordin' this, Marc?
Ayy, JayGotThePlug

Canada Goose peacoat keep gettin' caught in the door (The fuck?)
Y'all bitch too plain, I just call when I'm bored
On her knees usin' her tongue like she talk to the Lord
Spikes on my shoes sharp like I'm walking on forks
Boy, you was still doin' chores when I hopped off of the porch
I'll buy everything when I walk in the store
But shit, I got everything that I saw in the store
No cologne, but my bitch woke up and bought me Dior
Now tell me how the fuck is he not a fuckin' lame? (How?)
Just started gettin' pussy once he got a lil' name (Dweeb)
Such a bloody scene when I'm hoppin' off planes
Shoes got more spikes than a volleyball game
I don't pocket watch 'cause I got my own lane
Once I grab my side, get low like he rockin' bald fades
I just thumbed through three hundred thousand, all things (Blues)
Why P don't listen? Told him not in broad day
Just made a bitch talk to me through Cash App (Bitch)
Need thirty-five hundred for a text back
Braggin' 'bout her pussy, why you ain't mention your neck yet?
In the Benz burnin' rubber like crackhead sex (Skrrt)
You was sleepin', now bitch, look at me, XXX (Bitch, look at me)
All the opps better clique up, that's y'all next best step (Niggas better)
Can't keep a pole for three months, keep goin' strap to strap
Like an Uber driver, bro off Addys back-to-back (Nigga rollin')

[Chrous]
Yeah, gang all in your bitch camera roll
On stage with more ratchets than a Cannon show
She gon' suck it 'til I scream like a banana boat
Then I make a slut walk like Amber Rose
Rappin' ten years, ain't got a hundred, what you rappin' for?
Nigga mad 'cause I nailed his bitch, so I keep hammers close
New bitch so bad, don't want to let her go
She might be loyal, but I still cheat, shit, you would never know

She say I'm drippin', I got more flavor than New York, huh (She say I'm drippin')
Scoop your bitch, then poke her like a spoon-fork (Spork)
Niggas wan' try and eat with me like the school dork, huh
But once I got a plate, I still passed out a few forks
Almost slapped a bitch, she in the mansion sparkin' Newports (Bitch)
Keep travelin' and doublin', they threw me off the hoop court
Pandemic ain't stop shit, we play a few sports
Headhunter text me, finna do like ninety-two to her, huh
She hate it when I grab her head, but she a demon (Bitch a demon)
He barkin' up the wrong tree, we gon' leave him (Bah, nah)
Gettin' racks, ain't even plan it, Venus
Rap cappin', they for sure lyin', Fenix (Niggas cappin')
I be everywhere solo, no security
But shit, actually I ain't alone 'cause the tool with me
At the airport takin' pictures, they like, "Who is he?" (Fuck is that?)
Got your bitch all on my pickle like a new corned beef, nigga

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