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Heavy Camp

by Travis Scott

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Ah-ah, ah Yeah Ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah Yeah, whoa, drop a six, make me drip (it's lit) Whoa, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up) Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright) Whoa Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah) Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah) Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah) Ayy (ooh) I won't forget how they shitted on me (ooh) How they quitted on me (ayy, ah-ah, ooh) Uh, uh, uh All these hundreds on me I be runnin' to that money, nothin' but gunnas 'round me I be runnin' with them gunnas (straight up, it's lit) Fuck it up, bitch called my phone trippin', I hung up I'ma fight this bitch if he run up Everybody 'round me gettin' some money I'll slide out for my dawgs, and I'm sellin' dope 'til the sun up And I'm glad I found you I'm glad I found you I'm glad I found you Glad I found you Glad I found you Glad I found you Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me drip (it's lit) Whoa, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up) Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright) Whoa Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah) Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah) Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah) Ayy (ooh) Wrist, Patek, Breitling on the set I eat, you eat, told my nigga we gon' eat I ain't gotta stand in front of grandma's house And sell dope 'cross the street no more Shout out everybody ever hated on me Or they turned their back on me before Fire shots, I'ma fire back (uh) Lie to me, I'ma lie back (uh) Two wrongs don't make a right I don't give a fuck about that Uh, uh, uh, uh They mad 'cause I'm rich (uh, uh) I might go and fuck my hater's bitch Whole lot of ice on my wrist (yeah) For my dawg, I'll hit a lick And I'm glad I found you I'm glad I found you I'm glad I found you Glad I found you Glad I found you Glad I found you Yeah (ayy), drop a six, make me drip (it's lit) Whoa, for my dawg, hit a lick (straight up) Whoa, Heavy Camp with the clique (alright) Whoa Uh, uh, uh, Juvenile off the mix (yah) Ayy, break it down, make it dip (yeah-eah) Ayy, off top, off the rip (yeah-eah) Ayy Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah Ah-ah, ah-ah, ooh I won't forget how they shitted on me (straight up) How they quitted on me (straight up) Ah, ooh

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