Woodz (feat. Fatty Loweyes)
Cam X.
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Bitch I'm on the west side of Toledo, don't start with me And the plug just threw a funky ass bag, I got a fart with me In a hellcat at the Mudhens game and I parked for free They think its sweet, but bitch this chocolate really bitter, that's dark to me Speak on some sweet, well I'm a roll the candy up I brought the tarts with me Cam gon call the plug, he up, it's time to shop I bought a cart with me I'm doing scams bought my cousin wheelchair to Walmart with me Bitch it's the Simpsons, put these blues on yo head, that's Marg to me I got a big fuckin barrel, got the bags from Meechy brother Darrel Stepbrothers, Will Ferrell, drop a thousand like my name was Terrell Bitch I mean Terrel, take ships, I feel like Jack Sparrow Bitch I'm in the field, and I'm getting passes off call Rodger Goodell Bitch I'll stand up and say f*ck a nigga couch, I'm Dave Chapelle I put my trust in Jesus, then he let me down, now I praise my scale This nigga asked me was I working out, the bags heavy ass dumbbells Same nigga snitched, he in a halfway house, tryna find his self I told a fiend dance for the bag, chicken noodle soup Coach mad as hell, he took me out the game, but you know shooters shoot In high school, you know I had the edibles, gas and fruity loops The teacher asked me what's that foul oder, look bitch, I just sparked a poop Avenger gang, I can make one call, and they assemble g Tom Holland, got a bad light skin that don't remember me Nigga talking tough I'll be quick to clean him up, I got OCD Bitch we in the coupe, and you niggas chicken wings, I worked at KFC Y'all tryna play, I'm known to take this shit wherever like a PSP 3-5, inside this Backwood, on my bro, I am not KD I try to tell niggas it's a hard knock life, I'm HOV Shit got me wishing airplanes was shooting stars, I'm B.O.B Well since my nigga talking bout a fucking shooting star, I'm RVD If you want it baby yeah you know we have it like, like Arby's meat Bitch you know we got it, made a play down the street from swan creek It used to be and ones, now its Margiela, Givenchy Drop down like apex, the ring get to closing in I know the seven deadly sins, I still a get a nigga sacked like Big Ben If a nigga play with me, I swear I'm pulling out the aye, Da Juiceman I sent em on a Disney ship, now they call me the cruise man
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Written by: Cameron Arce-Dunn, Dayshon Thompson
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