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Camo - Second Home Lyrics



Camo - Second Home Lyrics
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Watch close how I maneuver the game
Many nigga try and shoot for the fame
Dont plan for me to do it the same
I watch niggas kissing ass for a change
Being slaves for minimum wage still broke the end of the day
F*ck being friends with niggas counting cash in my face
It never motivate if they aint never showing the way
I dont run and chase attention just to show em my face
I sit back and pay attention to the shit that they say
I grew up enough to know when time for using my breaks
I put up enough to know exactly what is at stake
I don't really care for riding a wave
I hate oceans
The game full of down low gays Frank Oceans
More niggas lose they brain and sip potions to entertain anything popular in motion
Mind controlling
Ventriloquist
All my real niggas feeling this
From Mississippi to Atlanta to California to show em what i bring is enormous sending shots without warning i'm gone
All the way from the South to the West Coast
The best drank mix with the best smoke oh oh
I found my second Home
Real recognize real and ion recognize a lot of you niggas
Hard to conversate cause i dont like to lie to you niggas
Keeping it a thousand such a surprise to you niggas
Yall a bunch of cowards I see disguise in you niggas
Y'all deserve some flowers cause yall be acting like bitches
Money show then you switching
Drop it low for them digits
Man these niggas be tripping
They be acting like hoes
I cant call you my bro
Cause i dont like how you roll
Im in HollyWood California feeling good
No pneumonia with my niggas Itching for a reason just to push up on ya
Full of hennessy and marijuana making karma wanna come up
Adding commas we dont care for new persona
F*ck everybody who been pooping on us
From the family members to the fake friends sorry we no longer want ya
Its not enough room to fit you in the new component
So we got heat for who ever want it
From Mississippi to Atlanta to California to show em what i bring is enormous
Sending shots without warning i'm gone
All the way from the South to the West Coast
The best drank mix with the best smoke oh oh
I found my second home
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Watch close how I maneuver the game
Many nigga try and shoot for the fame
Dont plan for me to do it the same
I watch niggas kissing ass for a change
Being slaves for minimum wage still broke the end of the day
F*ck being friends with niggas counting cash in my face
It never motivate if they aint never showing the way
I dont run and chase attention just to show em my face
I sit back and pay attention to the shit that they say
I grew up enough to know when time for using my breaks
I put up enough to know exactly what is at stake
I don't really care for riding a wave
I hate oceans
The game full of down low gays Frank Oceans
More niggas lose they brain and sip potions to entertain anything popular in motion
Mind controlling
Ventriloquist
All my real niggas feeling this
From Mississippi to Atlanta to California to show em what i bring is enormous sending shots without warning i'm gone
All the way from the South to the West Coast
The best drank mix with the best smoke oh oh
I found my second Home
Real recognize real and ion recognize a lot of you niggas
Hard to conversate cause i dont like to lie to you niggas
Keeping it a thousand such a surprise to you niggas
Yall a bunch of cowards I see disguise in you niggas
Y'all deserve some flowers cause yall be acting like bitches
Money show then you switching
Drop it low for them digits
Man these niggas be tripping
They be acting like hoes
I cant call you my bro
Cause i dont like how you roll
Im in HollyWood California feeling good
No pneumonia with my niggas Itching for a reason just to push up on ya
Full of hennessy and marijuana making karma wanna come up
Adding commas we dont care for new persona
F*ck everybody who been pooping on us
From the family members to the fake friends sorry we no longer want ya
Its not enough room to fit you in the new component
So we got heat for who ever want it
From Mississippi to Atlanta to California to show em what i bring is enormous
Sending shots without warning i'm gone
All the way from the South to the West Coast
The best drank mix with the best smoke oh oh
I found my second home
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Writer: Camron Mckeller
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Performed By: Camo
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Camron Mckeller

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