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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cam & China
Cam & China
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Camera Denise Walker
Camera Denise Walker
Composer
China Lynn Walker
China Lynn Walker
Composer
Nita Luckett
Nita Luckett
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Nari
Jay Nari
Producer
Louis Harden
Louis Harden
Recording Engineer
Marlon Travis Barrow
Marlon Travis Barrow
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm never ever for the bitch over no **** (Sorry Jaynari)
I'm with my sister, keep it pimpin', trickin' ****
**** is, hood **** catchin' feelings (Woo)
Baby mamas startin' drama, man, I'm chillin'
Lil' bitch, you should ask 'em what the kid like
Man, you can have him, 'cause your ****, he don't eat it right
That pussy clean, keep it fresh like a suit and tie
Man, I don't want him, I just fuck him for the exercise
Let's keep it movin', pimpin'
Pull up, I just pop and go
We out this bitch like I robbed a store
I'm with the blade a bitch like I topped a ho
And if your friend jump in, I'ma pop the four
And it ain't no question when I bomb a ho
You get to talkin', I'ma walk it on another note
You say you with the shit, what you call your mama for?
Man, these basic-ass bitches so comical
And I'ma tell that lil' bitch
[Chorus]
Why she lookin' at me crazy?
These hoes can't be serious
All hype, no gas, still talkin'
But I'ma have to put it like this
Tell a bitch run up
Let a bitch run up
Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)
Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up)
****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U
[Verse 2]
Ain't never trippin' 'cause I keep my shoes laced
And if I'm in some high heels, I'm stompin' out your face
Bitches gettin' on my nerves, think it's time I regulate
If she comin' at me sideways, I put her in her place
You could catch me on the swerve off of 94th and 8th
Keep some killers in my yard, quick to hop up out the gate
We gon' make 'em bring the bird out any time of day
Get to bustin', have 'em duckin', fuck 'em runnin', catch a case
Say how you want it, ****?
Pull up, whole squad dead, swat ****, it's murder gang
I'm a real one that don't need a feature, I'ma keep it short, won't mention names
I'ma show my ass to these ass eaters, pussy **** and wifebeaters
Ain't really with that gas, ****, I ride the beat, you sightseeing
I'm self-made, original, Inglewood if you didn't know
Don't worry 'bout if I'm gettin' mine, just focus on what you lackin', ho
We really 'bout that action, anywhere, we get it crackin'
You could catch me up in traffic, catch a head, I'm not your pappy, ****
[Chorus]
Why she lookin' at me crazy?
These hoes can't be serious
All hype, no gas, still talkin'
But I'ma have to put it like this
Tell a bitch run up
Let a bitch run up
Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)
Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)
Tell a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up, line it up, line it up)
Let a bitch run up (Line it up, line it up)
****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****
[Bridge]
Uh, to the chin
Better jab that bitch to the left
These bitches ain't got no hands
Talk that talk, then do your shit
And I'm thuggin' like uh, to the chin
I'ma jab that bitch to the left
These bitches ain't got no hands
Talk that talk, then do your shit
[Outro]
Tell that lil' bitch
Do she know who the fuck I am?
Bitch, I got seven felonies in motherfuckin' three counties
Let a bitch run up
****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****
Naw, fuck you and your ****, bitch, I don't give a fuck
Bring your mama, your auntie, your daughter
All them motherfuckers get beat the fuck up
****, F-U-C-K-Y-O-U, ****
Written by: Camera Denise Walker, China Lynn Walker, Nita Luckett
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