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We've found 1,481 lyrics, 21 artists, and 100 albums matching camera phone by the game:



a camera flash
Jewelry game amazing
Car game crazy
Gucci Mane LaFlare walking 'round the city, say cheese

Riding with my broad, it's a photo shoot
When I
driven in the dark
With echoes in my heart

Phone my family, tell them I'm lost 
On the sidewalk
And, no, it's not OK

I smashed a camera
I want
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
(319)
'Bout time, come in
Ow!
(319)

Take off your clothes
319
Bet you got a body, by God
Come on, let me see
you oughta

My camera's
go hit the lights, I'll set up the camera
Let's get to the action
You go hit the lights, I'll set up the camera
Let's get to the action

I've been
K dot, pick up the phone, every time I call it's going to voice mail
Don't tell me that got you on some weirdo rap shit
No socks and skinny jeans
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call me
Cop lights, news camera, no action for it
Get the uncut raw, we somewhat sure
Hip hop's like a chess game, discussin' the war
Strategize, move like
K dot, pick up the phone, nigga.
Every time I call, its going to voice mail.
Don't tell me they got you on some weirdo rap shit, nigga.
No socks
friendly game of base ball) 
Crowd stood around I said goddamn ya 
Who got the camera 

Oh please, oh please, oh please, just gimme just one more hit
scripted by the writers
Living in Los Angeles

Smile for the camera

Put on a show for the viewers back home
Hide the truth so they'll never know
You
when its beef
Hit yo phone, pull up by myself, and I play for keeps
Talkin' reckless, you could keep yo necklace, see me better eat
It's on the Bible,
He keeps his healing hands
Where the close-up camera pans
He keeps his love high above
A Holy love
He says
My heart cries out for you
'Cause
time
Called the second time it goes, like you're on the other line
One game on the wicket is that to sharp but I why don't you pick up the phone

Pick up
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 

I got money on my beeper dead trees on my phone
for security guards to patrol and bachelors phone
Up their friends for a drink while the married ones turn on a chat show and
They'll all be lonely
the spotlights
Ruby finally gets up, lookin' for some quiet night

And the music makes her feel so hot
Ooh and she'll smile for the camera with all she's got
Don't
day, get by, get by, get by

I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
They handing out football numbers at the tap of your phone
Were
On a hillside in the meadows 
By the old copse ring of oaks 
They lay down there as lovers 
But no words of love were spoke 

They had drunken
pictures and took
He camera and the van
And now I wonder if loving me was just a part
Of her nasty little plan

She came like rain right out of the blue
sandwich bags and Arm and Hammer
With a scale I'm going hammer
Trap jumpin I got junkies watchin burglar bars and cameras

Phone charging in my Monte
I got bobby by the pound Whitney by the key DJ Screw by the gallon b**** the game belong to me 

I got money on my beeper dead trees on my phone
glitters
It ain't gold
I'm getting low, from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my niggas what's happening
Ridin' with my niggas
'Cause everything
Carve my name in a video game
Am I in sync?
Out looking for the camera crews
Sell my soul for a second on the evening news
Am I in sync?
Live 'til
of your actions really are just a game
That your life is just a chain reaction, taking you day by day
She says nothing's forever in this crazy world