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CAMP Video (MV)




Performed By: Baby Tate
Length: 3:12
Written by: Tate Farris




Baby Tate - CAMP Lyrics
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(Tate)

Pack, pack, pack
Let me pack my things
I gotta go away
And when I come back, back, back
I'll be back with queens
No overthrowing me

'Cause my crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody 'round me killin' it, gettin' it, glittered in gold
Extra, extra watch somebody turn just like the post
These hoes not doin' enough
That's why they tell us we doin' the most

So we go to C-A-M-P (oh yeah)
Don't you wanna get away with me (oh yeah)
We can go to a place so free, where
You can be, who you, wanna be

(Ohh oh)
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be

Pop, pop, pop
Poppin' down real fly
Just like I always do
Over the top, top, top
Tryna reach the sky
I got the perfect view

My crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody 'round me killin' it, gettin' it, glittered in gold
Extra, extra watch somebody turn just like the post
These hoes not doin' enough
That's why they tell us we doin' the most

So we go to C-A-M-P (oh yeah)
Don't you wanna get away with me (oh yeah)
We can go to a place so free, where
You can be, who you, wanna be

(Ohh oh)
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be, ay

I wanna be extra, extra
I wanna be flexed up when I dress up
I wanna be so damn fly, that when I come by
Everybody need a heads up
Tell 'em move like Ludacris
When I stepped in the room, they said, "Who is this?
What's she wearing and where did she get it?"
I said, "Don't worry about it because you can't fit it"
Everything on me custom, Balmain bustiers, bust down
Hair to my toes, it's cold platinum
It's hard to achieve in these platforms
I'm ten feet tall walking over all y'all hoes
I stand out, y'all bitches like Waldo
Blend in, I can't find you
Know you wanna do it how I do, 'cause I'm so

Camp, please, pack it up
It ain't a damn thing
About me, average, oh

C-A-M-P
Don't you wanna get away with me?
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be at

C-A-M-P
Don't you wanna get away with me?
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be
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(Tate)

Pack, pack, pack
Let me pack my things
I gotta go away
And when I come back, back, back
I'll be back with queens
No overthrowing me

'Cause my crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody 'round me killin' it, gettin' it, glittered in gold
Extra, extra watch somebody turn just like the post
These hoes not doin' enough
That's why they tell us we doin' the most

So we go to C-A-M-P (oh yeah)
Don't you wanna get away with me (oh yeah)
We can go to a place so free, where
You can be, who you, wanna be

(Ohh oh)
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be

Pop, pop, pop
Poppin' down real fly
Just like I always do
Over the top, top, top
Tryna reach the sky
I got the perfect view

My crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody 'round me killin' it, gettin' it, glittered in gold
Extra, extra watch somebody turn just like the post
These hoes not doin' enough
That's why they tell us we doin' the most

So we go to C-A-M-P (oh yeah)
Don't you wanna get away with me (oh yeah)
We can go to a place so free, where
You can be, who you, wanna be

(Ohh oh)
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be, ay

I wanna be extra, extra
I wanna be flexed up when I dress up
I wanna be so damn fly, that when I come by
Everybody need a heads up
Tell 'em move like Ludacris
When I stepped in the room, they said, "Who is this?
What's she wearing and where did she get it?"
I said, "Don't worry about it because you can't fit it"
Everything on me custom, Balmain bustiers, bust down
Hair to my toes, it's cold platinum
It's hard to achieve in these platforms
I'm ten feet tall walking over all y'all hoes
I stand out, y'all bitches like Waldo
Blend in, I can't find you
Know you wanna do it how I do, 'cause I'm so

Camp, please, pack it up
It ain't a damn thing
About me, average, oh

C-A-M-P
Don't you wanna get away with me?
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be at

C-A-M-P
Don't you wanna get away with me?
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be
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Writer: Tate Farris
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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