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Intro
01:00
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2. |
Headlines
04:31
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[Verse 1:]
Feel my pain while I drink out my pain
Recognize it’s 2020, man this shit ain’t the same
I'm the shit with a stain
I’m a gift with a brain
Bitch I’m flipping the page
I'm a bitch in a cage (uh)
Shit I been thru ain’t made for the weak, though
Pussy hoe feelin' froggy never leap, though
Have you ever went a night never eat, though?
That’s the type of shit to put you on ya feet, yo
Ten toes I’m ten toes down
Didn’t fold, dem hoes dem hoes know now
Got my niggas dem bros dem kinfolk now
And I’m picking up the pace I can’t slow down
Bitch I’m getting deeper then a pussy,
Ya dig it?
And I’m getting richer den a bitch,
Hoe it’s written
To my knees every day I pray I’m forgiven
'Cause I swear 'ima need it for for the way I’m bouta kill em, nigga
[Hook:]
I just wanna get me a rack
Whatever that I put into it I'm just getting it back
Try to beat me baby you gotta be quicker than that
Gotta be slicker than that
I'm the bitch with the sack, kickin' shit like a mack (woah)
Said I gotta fuckin' do it for the west side
Said if you get my picture gotta catch the best side
Said I'll be ridin' till the motherfuckin' deadline
Said we won't stop until we make the fuckin' headlines
[Verse 2:]
Yeah we ready to go
Oh yea we ready to rock
Fuck gettin' quick to the paper
Let’s put some shit in a stock
I know we seen niggas done elevated from sellin' rock
Niggas don’t listen if you ain’t talking 'bout shit on the block
But fuck it music the crack
I’m bringing real music back
I put my foot in the recipe
And I bruised up my back
I swear on everything I'ma give you the blues with the rap
Get you confused like who the hell put this bitch on a track?
But it’s up
I told my niggas it ain’t no one but us
And it’s luck
Look we was blessed with talent and the money comin' yo trust
I got some niggas really willin' go to war let it bust
The stars we aiming for they rey get touched, it’s a must
Forreal
They wonder how a bitch like me do it, it’s more than appeal
I’m just steady sticking to the script and steady keeping it real
Pockets hefty they ain’t missin' a meal, it’s 2020 I ain’t missin' a mill nigga
[Hook:]
I just wanna get me a rack
Whatever that I put into it I'm just getting it back
Try to beat me baby you gotta be quicker than that
Gotta be slicker than that
I'm the bitch with the sack, kickin' shit like a mack (woah)
Said I gotta fuckin' do it for the west side
Said if you get my picture gotta catch the best side
Said I'll be ridin' till the motherfuckin' deadline
Said we won't stop until we make the fuckin' headlines
[Verse 3:]
Seen a couple things should've never saw but a bitch seen it
And I’m still dreaming bout it
When I get to wildin' bitch I think got a good reason
Brother tell me "Sis you know you gon' get the fetti right? It’s your time now"
I know but sometimes I can’t believe when I think
Cause nigga come to find out
Your family fake and they know it
And niggas don’t ever wanna fuckin' speak on it
And bitches try call you sis
Then cross you like Jesus
I ain’t gon' preach on it
I - I just pray that I’m great
Fuck with the bag you can die and hoe that's on the squad
I made a plan and I think I'ma get it
But in reality that’s up to God
I run circles round y’all bitches
Only time I’m ever round y’all bitches
Put in the work and now y’all get it
Mission complete and now y’all wit it
Uh, big bank big tree like Christmas
Don’t share no piece no snippet
Think she runnin' this shit I clip her
Beat her ass and the bitches that's with her
Niggas told me no bluffin
I did it
That’s facts
Now a bitch done made on Fader
I'ma black on a white man ever try to play wit my craft
Try take from my paper
Niggas ain’t shit independent bitch
Nigga I’m 'gon do it don’t need no favors
Make my words come to life I ain’t even gotta try
Fuck a pussy ass hoe ass hater, bitch
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[Intro:]
Ahem
Strap in your seat belts
Hold onto your horses
Miss Kam is coming for the top spot
Incoming
Three, two, one
[Hook:]
I ain’t never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I’m poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain’t fuckin' with your honor
Told em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
Finally,
I can do my thing and get these hating bitches off me
Smokin' on that got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I’m Kelis bitch I’m bossy
Ran it up and now I’m never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
[Verse 1: Miss Kam]
See I am not from Harlem
But I gotta shake these niggas off (shake 'em off)
They call me sugar daddy way I fuckin' break these bitches off (break 'em off)
You bitches residue and yes I’m 'bouta scrape you bitches off (scrape 'em off)
They thought they seen the light
But now I’m 'bouta make these bitches lost
Okay now I think I get it
My talent got these hoes livid
The way I d-d-d-did it
Bitch I’m the boss like I’m Diddy
The way my coochie sit pretty
Bitch you should know he committed
I’m spittin' fax like a printer
He say relax you my dinner
I just lay back and say, ok you got it
I got 'em pussy whipped
I keep that nigga in my pocket
(Mhm Mhm)
Want me walk-in
What you talkin'
He call me good mouth (why?)
'Cause I be fuckin' flossin'
You nasty in the head for thinking I was talking 'bout the neck
I think you better use your manners wit me
Hoe where yo respect?!
Bitch you Gina and I’m Martin
Girl you better fuckin' step
Tell me why these bitches mad
Because I’m fuckin' up a check
(Mhm Mhm)
[Hook:]
I ain’t never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I’m poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain’t fuckin' with your honor
Told em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
Finally,
I can do my thing and get these hating bitches off me
Smokin' on that got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I’m Kelis bitch I’m bossy
Ran it up and now I’m never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
[Verse 2: Kotic Coture]
I be on so many different levels like an elevator
Hear them talking shit, they Boosie bad getting hella faded
I be snapping on a beat you bitches can’t keep a cadence
I’m Top 10 most wanted, lethal dangerous (Yikes)
Pissing on these bitches pulled off on the side road
Wonder if they mad I push bars with my eyes closed
Pressed from the pressure universe made a diamond
They be on that fake shit, sounding like Dylan
Check ya vision look bitch, I’m an icon
Love a hood nigga that click cannons like a Nikons
Underground queen, rep it like a borough
You can get this work when you off bitch you furloughed
I do it for the culture nah I ain’t Cardi
My wins got the pressure up niggas looking salty
Dancing like Mary J and I Brush a nigga off me
I got that drip, yeah I’m saucy (Drip)
[Bridge:]
Drip, drip, drip, drip (3x)
[Verse 3: Ddm]
Wait hoe, let me put my wig on
I'ma show y’all how to become a icon
Tap tap hello? Is my mic on?
The bag is Gucci Oxblood Python
Not bad for a fat bitch
And if we fucking we 'gon need a bigger mattress
Balenciaga on my feet make ya headboard squeak
I'ma straight shooter better get a towel for ya sheets
My vest Kevlar
You can’t stop my bag the bitch Telfar
I put niggas to work like I was HR
And have 'em shooting on my chest like a AR
Can you smell it? You wanna taste?
Open your mouth while I put it in your face (Yup)
'Cause bitch I’m extra, swag on Sylvester
The ball in my court and the flow on Elektra
[Hook:]
I ain’t never worried bout the spot because I got it
Ask 'em why they mad
And they 'gon tell you cause I’m poppin'
Only God can judge me I ain’t fuckin' with your honor
Told em send the boss and I said why I would be honored
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
Finally,
I can do my thing and get these hating bitches off me
Smokin' on that got a nigga coughin'
Money too short?
I’m Kelis bitch I’m bossy
Ran it up and now I’m never worried what the cost be
Better fuck that check
Better fuck that check up
(4x)
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4. |
Help Me
02:35
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[Intro:]
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Sheesh
Sheesh
Sheesh
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Yea (yea)
Keep it trilla I done lost a couple niggas
Now a bitch ain’t been the same
A suicide ain’t meant for you and I
But I'll rip a bitch up out the game
A nigga try to take me off
Take 'em to his maker
Let 'em feel the pain
Ain’t no Taylor Swift 'Ima shake it off
Bring the cake out nigga
What’s ya name?
Who you trickin' for?
Broke ass ain’t getting tricked on
Niggas being conscious over coochie
And my woke ass getting licked on
I been Gucci I been getting healthy
P-L-U-G crew we getting wealthy
Frienemies I’m cool on moving stealthy
On my knees pray to God that he can help me
[Hook:]
Mmm
Help me
I think I’m losin' my brain (brain)
I think I had too much drank (drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (paint)
Show these lor bitches the rank (rank)
You dummy yo shit do not crank (nah)
Help me
[Verse 2:]
All of this food on my plate (la bitch)
Eatin' like I never ate (la bitch)
Beatin' my chest I'ma ape and shit
Buck fifty I’m finna scrape a bitch
Straight in the middle it’s hit or miss
Come for yo neck and yo kitchen sis
I cannot get it together I’m sicko
Ain’t on my level I switch up the tempo
Aggressive I tear a bitch right out the limo
Hood in the holly I’m real get the memo
Paranoid I gotta roll up the endo
Scared of my shadow I see in the window
Chances is slim like a thread in a pinhole
Knew I was chosen since I was a kiddo
Bitch is you kidding?
This shit ain’t a joke
You coming for clout
And I’m gunning for throats
And the smoke it ain’t nothin' but oxygen
And I hope you ain’t think you was stopping shit
Bitches be mad 'cause I’m bad and I’m popping shit
Gimme some space in the ring when I enter
Bring out ya best and believe I'ma get her
Forgive me God 'cause I know that I’m a sinner
But tell me, is they really fuckin' wit this hoe
NO!
[Hook:]
Mmm
Help me
I think I’m losin' my brain (brain)
I think I had too much drank (drank)
Rollin' up some of that stank (sheesh)
Let me
I'ma go hard in the paint (paint)
Show these lor bitches the rank (rank)
You dummy yo shit do not crank (nah)
Help me
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5. |
Fight Night
02:40
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[Intro:]
Yeah, this that pull up on ya mother shit
This that where ya lor sister at shit
Matter fact, matter fact
Bring the whole motherfuckin' fam
Out this that
This that see you at the gas station
Embarrass you shit
Bitch let me run you up outta here
Know meee
Aye big bro
(Yea)
Yo tell me why this hoe tryna make go there
(What?)
Like I won’t send the bitch home with like no hair
(Yo Kam)
Nah fuck that cause I'ma have to show her something
(Kam chill)
I'ma fuck around let the bomb tick
Wick burn
Bitch I’m fucking blowin' something
(Kam just talk to me)
I ain’t got no feelings for these bitches
I don't owe 'em nothin'
(Yo who you talking 'bout)
Bitch who think she know me
But the bitch don’t really know nothing
(Yo what)
Ayo
(Yo)
I’m bouta
(Just breathe)
[Verse 2:]
From the west side
Niggas know how we does it
(True)
Push my fuckin' buttons
Make me call up my cousin
(Naw)
This a game of war and my side we tuggin'
Fuck they geekin' for
Nigga we be buggin'
Grab her by the neck
Then I hug it, crack it
Bitch I got protection on the other side, magic
I’m asking, you really tryna call my twin back in?
'Cause shorty crazy and she get to zappin'
No cappin' in my rhymes
I just tell you how we play play
You bitches think you fly
Okay bitch I got your mayday
The way that I arrive
Man I know they 'gon hate me
Step up in the kitchen
Get baked like a pastry
Dumb dumb
[Hook:]
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me (wha)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me (wha wha wha)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me (wha)
You wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me (wha)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
Lor bitch wassup
[Verse 2:]
See I be tryna chill and shit
But every time a nigga try me
I be tryna kill 'em shit
You better not think I’m crazy
Yo I know you feel this shit
You 'bouta judge me nigga cause of what the fuck I’m dealin' wit
Nah fuck it
I'ma let this shit fly
If she drowning in a lake then I'ma let that bitch die
Every sin deserves revenge that’s how I feel in my eyes
So what you think that I’m a lunatic now
They told you 'bout me and I’m proving it now
Fake crazy ass bitches ain’t bout nunnadat
Run up on me I send ya lil ass runnin' back
Make me call my OG and he got the d-d-dat
Kiss my ass I’m fuckin' spazzin' on these bitches make me black
Lor bitch wassup
[Hook:]
You wanna fuck wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna press ya luck wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna knuckle up wit a bitch like me (wha)
You better buckle up wit a bitch like me (wha wha wha)
You wanna try drag on a bitch like me (wha)
You wan get in ya bag wit a bitch like me (wha)
You wanna act a ass wit a bitch like me (wha)
You better do the math wit a bitch like me
Lor bitch wassup
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6. |
Resentment
02:07
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[Intro:]
I got a lot of shit to get off my chest man (Talk yo shit Kam!)
All I speak is facts man I’m here to tell you wassup (Wassup nigga?!)
Yea
Yea (Wassup?!)
FUCK YOU BITCH (uh)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (naw)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (uh)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (naw)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (uh)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (naw)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU BITCH (uh)
I HATE YOU BITCH (yeah)
FUCK YOU
Uh!
[Verse 1:]
Speaking the truth all I got is my word and my titties (titties)
Fuck that playing the 50 (50!)
The cards I was dealt way I see it you never could trick me (neva)
Dare a bitch to get wit me (get at me)
Put a bitch on cause she don’t get no love in the city (damn)
Now the hoe filled wit envy (what)
Remember my sis said Kam don’t be movin' outta pity (why)
Situations get sticky (true)
Took a minute but shit started clicking I’m loaded
Said you was real you a bitch and you bogus
Niggas be mad when you shiftin' ya focus
Niggas be mad when you winnin' the mostest
Bitter never I’m just filled wit resentment
Found out some shit that done made me resilient
Fuck all that higher route shit now I’m ignant
[Verse 2:]
Feelin
I’m feelin
I'm feelin
I’m feelin
My peoples is pieces of shit
They don’t give a fuck that's hella clear
I ain’t ask to be here
Everyday look up and ask the same question
Like “God why you doing this shit to me damn”
He laughing like “Girl I’m just doin' it for you
Look in the mirror I’m you and you me
And through these here lessons my child you’ll then see
Success is your destiny first you must fall and rehearse
Until then keep your focus on me
Remember that I am your flesh and your spirit
Tell them the truth the right people will hear it
Hurdles was placed cause I knew you would clear 'em
Demons in your face cause I know you won’t fear 'em"
I said "Well that’s hella faith that you got in me"
Reminded me I’m just reflecting him properly
Didn’t you tell me you wanted a Bentley? (Yea)
Didn’t you tell me you wanted to heal? (Yea)
Didn’t you tell me you wanted a mill
Until then yo you gotta just let that shit go
But always remember to feel what you feel
I handled the karma you just keep your head up
I handled the devil so don’t ever let up
Yes you were robbed of your innocence
But it was necessary for this elegant set up
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[Intro:]
My gift
It's just something I could never take for granted
Just balance
I tiptoe around the obstacles I’m handed
I stamp
My footprint before they ever get to brand me
But first
Is you tryna understand me?
Listen
[Verse 1: Miss Kam]
Burning in my belly all my niggas gotta eat
I made my bed up for success and I don’t even sleep
I study everything I can until my pupils weak
For in this game well I just simply cannot be a sheep
Lucid dreaming oh I’m up now
I’m aware I came too far to be stuck now
I tell my pops
"They love me, yeah they going nuts now"
He just look at me then he get to fussin' 'bout:
"Well, you need a degree
It could really serve you right, I mean take it from me
I’m sick as shit that I ain’t do it right"
Then that nigga look at me like
"You 'gon do it right?"
Damn
I thought I had him this time
I really thought that all my dreams would matter this time
I just smile and laugh
Then I politely tell him
"Yeah I’ll think about it dad”
I expected that
Awkward silence then “I love you Kam"
I love you too
Shit, I just want some change
I’m tryna free you man you actin' like you love ya cage
How I'ma give them forty hours when I love the stage
The mic the only one that listen when I’m feeling rage
Spirits would keep me company
Wasn’t a mattress under me
Felt like no one would come for me
Was helpless
My motivation knowing that it was someone else that felt this
Wanted to kill myself and now I get to live to tell it
Damn
[Verse 2: T. Ali]
My spirit way too strong for the bullshit
I know
Seen God yea I was raised up in the pulpit
I know
He real and if they ask then I show them
I grow
With the earth share my seeds get on my knees and I sow
I was made for it
Whatever debt that my karma had man I swear that I paid for it
You sending threats my way
Okay, okay
Well I got the gang for it
I know you want the top
But right now you gotta wait for it
It’s my time
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8. |
Kam's Prayer
01:31
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Dear God,
I know you listening
know you see me tryna be a Christian
I know you got plans and I know it’s written
I know that this life ain’t created, it’s given
So thank you for that
My family, my friends I thank you for that
Sometimes I look at these blessings like how I thank you for that
But I find the words
They say this life 'gon take a lot
But Lord I find the courage
I know you built me up
I know you took me through the fire then you healed me up
I know you took away my plate and then you filled my cup
And now it’s overflowing
I know the things you know about me they ain’t gotta know it
I know my blessings here now
I’m protected here now
No weapon formed against me shall prosper ever here now
I make it ever clear now
That I’m your child and I’m obedient
So now I say my prayer to anybody else that’s needing it
Amen
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[Hook:]
I know that they haters they watchin' (Watching)
I’m just tryna drip in Versace (Versace)
I be makin' them hits like a boxer (Boxer)
I ain’t wit none of the shit we can rock it (Rock it)
Like a rocker I stay wit them bands (Bands)
We ain’t friends better stay wit ya mans (Ya mans)
You betrayed me debated the plans (The plans)
I’m impatient can’t wait to go in (Go in)
(2x)
[Verse 1: Miss Kam]
Apply pressure no doubt it’s a fact
Get you stretched put you straight on ya back
I’m a lion I came to attack
Bitch I’m back it’s Return of the Mack (yea yea)
My baby is crazy he pack it
Trust believe it’s a bag I'ma grab it
These bitches is snitches they maggots
How you tellin' and wanna live lavish
I don’t listen to words I’m 'bout action
Bitch you fuckin' for nothin' you lacking
Eatin' good like a muhfuckin' fat bitch
You ain’t hard as you say you a catfish
I’m the best out today hoe respect this
They wanna ride on the wave but can’t catch this
Yea
They wanna ride on the wave but can’t catch this
[Hook:]
I know that they haters they watchin' (Watching)
I’m just tryna drip in Versace (Versace)
I be makin' them hits like a boxer (Boxer)
I ain’t wit none of the shit we can rock it (Rock it)
Like a rocker I stay wit them bands (Bands)
We ain’t friends better stay wit ya mans (Ya mans)
You betrayed me debated the plans (The plans)
I’m impatient can’t wait to go in (Go in)
(2x)
[Verse 2: Chris Cassius]
My bitch she look just like a centerfold
I run It up my pockets bandstand
Talking wallets like a drum roll
'Cause I know them haters they watching
And now I got pay-per-view hoe
lil homie strapped though
Now he feeling real gung-ho
If it’s my time, it’s my time
What you think I want the Rollie for
They say they love me never show it though
Understand why the top lonely
On the way up lost the homies though
Either dead or they gone nigga
Or they just dead to me though
Think they scared of me should be scared for me
But I know them haters them haters watching though
[Bridge: Miss Kam]
I put my soul on the rocks
They actin' sheist gotta watch
I’m rollin' the bands in a knot
I’m drinkin' the night was a lot
I just wanna flex on my haters
Hate the kid but respecting the paper
Kobe year I'ma ball like a Laker
I ain’t asking for shit I'ma take it
I'ma go even harder
Get some millions and put it away
Let them haters keep talkin'
Fuck around have to catch me a case
Got on my hater blockers
Just in case bitches wanna throw shade
Yea them speakers be knocking
Rest in peace to my dawgs in the grave
[Hook:]
I know that they haters they watchin' (Watching)
I’m just tryna drip in Versace (Versace)
I be makin' them hits like a boxer (Boxer)
I ain’t wit none of the shit we can rock it (Rock it)
Like a rocker I stay wit them bands (Bands)
We ain’t friends better stay wit ya mans (Ya mans)
You betrayed me debated the plans (The plans)
I’m impatient can’t wait to go in (Go in)
(2x)
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10. |
Just Like That
02:52
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[Hook:]
I’m tryna see what you tryna do (4x)
Just like that (8x)
I'm tryna see what you tryna do (4x)
Just like that (7x)
Hold up
[Verse:]
Now I am the number one stunna
Tryna put my mama in a hummer
Even though I came from the gutter
Bitch I gotta always stay humble
Bitch I am the best no discussion
Bitches under pressure I ain’t touch em
Tryna watch her nigga I don't want him
Gimme good pipe like a plumber
Bitch it’s on sight if I want her
All them bad days I remember
How am I the vet and the beginner
I eat all these girls up for dinner
I’m humble never call myself the winner
Cause it really ain’t no fuckin' competition
These silly hoes ain’t even got a pot to piss in
So when these silly mamas wanna get to dissin'
Just be prepared to have ya best bars written
I'ma dove
I ain’t never been a pigeon
The way I serve
Everybody get to tippin'
23 and I don't need a fuckin' Pippen
I’m on slip but I never get to slippin'
You could be the shit if you want to
Knock the wall down that’s in front you
Get ya goals up that's what it's all up to
[Hook:]
I’m tryna see what you tryna do (4x)
Just like that (8x)
I'm tryna see what you tryna do (4x)
Just like that (7x)
Hold up
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11. |
No Bluffin
02:49
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[Verse 1:]
You want beef I put the bread on the burger, I ain't scared
Plenty bitches tried to threat, but they ain't hurt her
Land of the 4-1-0, Home of the Murder
I'm working working 'till I'm in that foreign thing swervin' swervin'
Bitch I'm the main attraction ain't no time to close the curtains
I ain't come in this bitch to lose
And that's for certain
Trust me all these niggas 'gon choose
And I ain't hurting
I know niggas that really 'gon shoot
Really niggas that's murkin'
Fuck it all you dusty bitches on my bucket list
Hot topic got you itching for some coverage
Thick ass you really think that I'ma cover it
All my shit is facts love check your sources I ain't bluffin' bitch
I was in this bitch cookin' shit fresh out the oven
Wrote a sixteen in sixteen
Bitch it ain't nothing
Slizzed off the Fireball straight shots I ain't duckin'
Dickhead I'm Superbad out this bitch, McLovin
Bustin' rhymes like Touch It
Thought about sellin' dimes like fuck it
I pinch nerves I don't pinch a penny
That shit is for the birds bitch I am high siddity
My mama raised me real slick I talk real shitty
I guess these broads hating on me 'cause I'm real pretty
Nah I think it's 'cause they bars on like fifty
Pick up the pace bitch you know you ain't fuckin' with me
I got the fuckin' tunnel vision now my palms itching
I shook the game now they singing like Carl
Wishing that they never met me
My shit talking get kind of heavy bitch it's deadly
My pull up game strong and my hands real heavy
Ask any bitch that ever met me
Real strategic like the Lucky Number Slevin
Get the reference?
Bitch I'ma drag fuck your preference
[Outro:]
Aye I'm ready go run the money up ain't no bluffin'
Aye my whole team really coming up ain't no bluffin'
Number one only no runner up no discussion
Bitch I'm really what the streets want man stop the fussin'
(2x)
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12. |
Trick 'Em Out
02:29
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[Hook:]
If them bitches bad then we trick em out
Ass sittin' pretty and them titties out
Bitches clowns takin' pictures for the clout
I be round come and find out what I’m bout
If you really 'bout it hoe then say wassup
I be wit some ratchet bitches that just wanna run it up
I ain’t bougie bitch I’m known to cut a bitch and cut it up
Niggas see me in the club like
Yeah Kam fuck it up, fuck it up
[Verse 1:]
Bitch who is you tryna check
I'll get you laid out and put on the deck
I slapped a couple bitches for respect
Countin' these checks I ain’t countin' no threats
I give 'em life then I put em to rest
I'ma reaper
I came to give the good word like a preacher
Bitch I come straight from the hood it ain’t peachy
Bitches wanna touch me but no they can’t reach me
Bitch I’m the president you can’t impeach me
My nigga love me cause I keep it freaky
Yo nigga love me cause I keep it geechy
Gave her the right and the bitch started leakin'
Gave me the cup buckle up cause I’m leanin'
Bitch you ain’t real why the fuck is you speakin'
Lil hoes wanna be me I’m real as it get
This shit go bananas I’m peelin' it back
[Hook:]
If them bitches bad then we trick em out
Ass sittin' pretty and them titties out
Bitches clowns takin' pictures for the clout
I be round come and find out what I’m bout
If you really 'bout it hoe then say wassup
I be wit some ratchet bitches that just wanna run it up
I ain’t bougie bitch I’m known to cut a bitch and cut it up
Niggas see me in the club like
Yeah Kam fuck it up, fuck it up
[Verse 2:]
Ugly ass bitch you a pug face
This is my do what it does face
This is my straight out the mud face
This is my fuck up the club face
Bitch I am chasin' this paper not racin'
And I got me a new place bitch its spacey
And I been back on my bullshit real lately
He fuckin' me good so I’m lookin' real cakey
This is my back in my bag flow
Let me just ask what you mad for
Why cause I’m baggin' the sack hoe
Get reckless relax I'ma smack hoes
We sexing he leave thru the back door
No strap but a bitch never lack doe
No Drizzy a bitch back to back doe
D-Lloh on a beat n it slap hoe (Slap!)
Bitch is you tryna fight?
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13. |
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[Verse 1: MIss Kam]
Little bitch wit a big body
He think I ain’t shit I tell that nigga
"Shit, prolly"
She wanna try me, psh I tell the hoe
"Shit try me"
I been waiting for a bitch to get some shit up out me, forreal
And that’s 'gon put me in a tight position
Not talkin' sexual my shooter in the right position
Bitch I’m the quarter back you niggas in the hike position
Bitch I'ma sight you missing
Bitch I'ma
I'ma
Woo!
[Hook:]
Killas, ridas
We behind ya
Where you hidin'
We 'gon find ya
Sorry mama
To my father
Who 'gon stop me now
I'ma problem child
(2x)
[Verse 2:]
Really wasn’t safe round
How I’m living, great now
Better pump ya breaks now
I can catch a case now
Bitch I’m grown leave them lor games on the play ground
Treat them beats like a body
Kill 'em I don't play now
Watch this!
Out the water quick now I done turned into the Loch Ness
They yelling please stop this madness
Bitch I’m from the trenches still got the same address
And they 'gon trip when they see my niggas out in Paris
I’m a motherfuckin' problem
I'ma black sheep
Threw me in the cypher I was smokin' in the backseat
Tell me where you was when them niggas tried to snatch me
I’m tellin' you I take them bitches outta here gladly
I ain’t patty cakin' when you pat me down my pockets caked up
You bitches get on Instagram and all a sudden fake tough
Now say what
Run ya mouth I beat you out ya makeup
The game owe me top spot you niggas better pay up just stay up
Listen
My daddy lost his job
My mama love me but I told her
"Look don’t even call"
I don't trust her brother in the trenches as we speak
Oh bitch I’m hungry and my peoples gotta eat
Nigga you probably shouldn’t get involved
I probably should go get a job but I got this faith
I got some secrets I ain’t tell a soul to this day
They worth a lot I give a fuck 'bout what you tryna pay
Bitch I’m up next I give a fuck bout what you tryna say
[Hook:]
Killas, ridas
We behind ya
Where you hidin'
We 'gon find ya
Sorry mama
To my father
Who 'gon stop me now
I'ma problem child
(2x)
[Outro: T. Ali]
Oh they comin'
You know they runnin'
Na na na na
Na na na na
(2x)
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14. |
Chopstix
04:12
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[Intro:]
Yea
Real bitches don't tell lies
And eagles don't hunt flies bitch
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Lil bitch
[Verse 1:]
Eeee!
Bitch the GOAT out
Catch a chicken slippin'
I'ma cut her fuckin' throat out
I'm the hardest talking freestyle or if it's wrote down
I got legends tellin' me to motherfuckin' slow down
Hard as shit I'm getting flame emojis out of Los now
Drink to that bitch I feel accomplished we can toast now
Post up or tone down, nigga put your phone down
Chrome down, silence on it
We ain't making no sound
No clown shall ever fuckin' come for the top spot
Take yo ass apart and sell you off like a chop shop
Put this on my motherfucking mother I will not flop
Make it hard to breath for you bitches, hot box
[Hook:]
Eating real good got chopsticks
You ain't seen nothing nigga watch this
Beat that hoe like a moshpit
Baby if you freaky get topless, aye
Baby if you love me be honest
I just wanna know is you riding
I be 'round the way come and find me
Nigga I'm a got damn problem
(2x)
[Verse 2:]
Pussy on glaze like a honeybun
I'ma made nigga, I'ma one of one
Slut ya bitch out had a ton of fun
Coming for all you niggas like Donald Trump
I'ma bitch when this shit get bottled up
If you blowing money nigga 'gon count it up
I'll be damned if a bitch don't run it up
I could brag but I'm humble let me sum it up
Uh, doggin' out the hotel room
Aye
Got the white boy for the shrooms
Aye
Bitch you should've stayed in school
Aye
Wish you could walk in my shoes
Aye
I could never snitch in a room
Never let the 5-0 get a fuckin' clue
Bitch I had to take a couple L's but it's cool
Bitch I got a pack that'll smell up the room
Bitch I got bars that be hot as a bullet
Hoe don't make me fuckin' pull it
'Cause I ain't scared to shoot
Bitch I got niggas in school
Got niggas on the block
Got a couple muhfuckas on the news
Fuckin' wit Kam lor ass catch a bruise
Hopped in the coupe catch a muhfuckin' cruise
Goin' hard wit it I ain't got shit to lose
Hardest out my city I ain't got shit to prove, true
[Hook:]
Eating real good got chopsticks
You ain't seen nothing nigga watch this
Beat that hoe like a moshpit
Baby if you freaky get topless, aye
Baby if you love me be honest
I just wanna know is you riding
I be 'round the way come and find me
Nigga I'm a got damn problem
(2x)
[Bridge:]
Aye
Wow
Niggas really tried to sleep
Check this out
Aye
[Verse 3:]
Go figure
I don't never run with hoe niggas
We playing IT and they tag you on your toe nigga
Mo' hittas, mo' money, go gettas
Bad bitch stupid fat ass, no stripper
No glitter
Strongest out the whole litter
Drugs out drugs out nigga
Cash 'gon bust out nigga
Trust now a bitch going harder than crust now
Keep all my moves on a hush now
Rich niggas make me blush, aye
Broke niggas make me cuss, aye
Ghost 'em when I had enough, aye
Picture me bagging up, aye
Ass look padded up ridiculous it's fat as fuck, aye
Never value words from so and so, and such and such, aye
I make niggas lust, aye
I'm so fuckin' clutch, aye
From a simple touch I make a pussy nigga bust, aye
If Miss Kam walk through she guaranteed to cause a fuss, aye
I could never stop I'm going in it's not enough, aye
Bitches wanna argue
Bitch I'm 'bout a profit, duh, aye
Sayin' I'ma flop okay you bitches really nuts, aye
I can never stop I'm goin' in-
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Miss Kam Baltimore, Maryland
Heavy-hitting, bar-spitting, and unforgiving. Miss Kam is relentlessly taking the crown as the Queen of Baltimore's rap scene. Her debut EP "Birthday Pack" and LP "Tew Faced" display her effortless quality of being a vocal and sonic chameleon. Enjoy West-Baltimore's finest. ... more
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