D.I.A.

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Cam’ron - Rap, In English

D.I.A.

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[Intro: Ric Flair] I can't help it that I'm custom made I can't help it that I look good Smell good Whoo!! Can dance all night long It's America If I want to wear a Rolex watch You haven't got one, you understand? Ha ha ha ha!!!!! [Verse 1] In my car I had two girls A quarter mill, pill poppers and pistols, y'all Bounce they will round, got 'em back from 'frisco, yall Lost a package, hit a wall, got it back, I'm sitting tall Maybe that's the reason that my wrist look like a disco ball Who want to dance, man? Let's take it to the disco, y'all Remember I ain't write for a year straight, I drink Cisco, y'all This when I was 17, basketball, hollow tips Hollow tips came first so of course A nigga ain't got that scholarship Fuck it I ain't cared, never cared, not one for politics King of Harlem took me on that path, please acknowledge it Towers fell, power gained, still let the sour form I ain't talking makeup when niggas was in that powder room A lot of (nasal inhale), fiends coughing up mucus Give me mine, hurry up, clean that up, I'm still the cutest Baby 23 she on me like, Killa, you still the cutest Then she got naked, Honey, so you's a nudist Still move heroin, 3 piece suit with the Rollie on Stamps stay fresh, should have named this the Pokemon That's how fiends was acting, like niggas was looking for Pokemon Me, I made a left, to get it right, I know I'm wrong What's going on? Still flowing strong Niggas struggling, oh, they just holding on (who are you?) I'm Aaron Rodgers turn around, I'm going long My dick the car, on your knees, blow the horn This the winter, spring too, summer, fall I'm D.I.A, What's that? Done It All Baby turn around, yeah, you the one I called Her friend said, "What you want?", I looked and said, "None of y'all" Gold bottling, hoes hollering Funky fresh in the flesh, Dave Koresh Cult following A King Solomon, look at him, not a thing bothers him On the corner, chicken wing, gobbling I'm here to dismiss the myth of Ghosts and Goblins We will leave you ghost from the toast Oh not again Snatch your siblings up, I'm really on it The rap game be mine, I really want it I stack hundreds, sit back blunted, this cat's done it I taught bitches how to ball like Pat Summitt The heroin, it flew in first class To bag it up, you need scrubs and a nurse mask Yeah boy, you looking at a dirt bag 50 keys in the tub, that's a real bird bath Shit, all you mother fucking purse snatchers Till you seen me, you never heard the word swagger Nope you never heard the word swagger Shout out to Dan man but I define the word dapper (Who you) Dapper Cam No clothes on, got a prodigy Stab your brain with your nose bone Shit, got that line from The Infamous Black Trump though, look at my apprentices Shit, tryna finish all my sentences I called my niggas up and we can start the senselessness I'm a chemist Put tools in your mouth, no dentists Society yeah they know me No movie, a true menace Lieutenant hit off the tenants Some tenants right off of Atlantic Forgot that they owed us money We just took out his appendix

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