Camelot (Clean Version)

Yeah
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Yeah
Huh, huh, huh

I ain’t gon’ say too much when a ***** speakin’ on that hot ****
**** the police, ‘cause them **** ain’t gon’ stop ****
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped ǫuick
Flyest ***** in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ ***** you a lobster
Bullets heat a ***** up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

My ***** trappin’ out the bando, shoutout to the Migos (The Migos)
If a ***** knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
The trap always open, *****, we ain’t never closed
We movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos

Step one, step two, do my dance in this *****
Got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this *****
Man, she keep on *****’, all that *****’ and *****
Hoe shut the **** up and jus’ gag on this ****

I’m a side ****, and I love when she swallow
If a **** say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco (Your taco)
Flexin’ on these *****, they call me Johnny Bravo

School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
My ***** is real skinny but she got a lot of ***
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag

I ain’t gon’ say too much when a ***** speakin’ on that hot ****
**** the police, ‘cause them ***** ain’t gon’ stop ****
Oppositions mad, if they playthey gettin’ popped ǫuick
Flyest ***** in the game, *****, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil’ ***** you a lobster
Bullets heat a ***** up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party, you know we keep them carbines (Them Carbines)
Bring a ***** chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins (Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young ***** robbin’
Firework show, ‘cause my ***** get to sparklin’

I’m a hothead, I’ll crash any second (Yeah)
He speakin’ on who? Send his ***** *** to heaven (To heaven)
Extended clips, when we tote them MAC-11’s (Uh-huh)
My ***** they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them 7’s (Crip)

Why you investigating me? ‘Cause I don’t know a thang
And I’ma always keep a solid, I’ll never sang
You know I’m Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin’ so a ***** had to snatch his brain (Gang, gang)

Had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that ***** brain)
I had to snatch his brain (Had to snatch that ***** brain)
I had to make it rain (Make that motha ***** rain)
R. Kelly let that ***** choppa sing, yeah (Make it sing)