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  • Текст песни Cam'ron - Soap Opera

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    [Hook]
    If only you could let me in
    I know that love it could begin
    If only I could rap to you
    I know this love would capture you, yeah

    Don't you wanna ride?

    [Intro - Cam'ron]
    Killa! This the ghetto soap opera right here man
    You from Harlem you already know
    You on that hustler's mission; you trying to get that paper
    Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man
    You know they at home watching Lifetime or on the Internet

    [Verse 1 - Cam'ron]
    Yo my mommy Toy was my pride and joy
    She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
    To supply the boys I got it live from Croix
    Yes a nine in boy, wore a five in boys
    Over the chick shit I shoot five with Roy
    Now I load the 4-5 shoot five at Roy
    Ain't like my job or guys I employ
    Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest doy (doy)
    A hustler and Cam famous, you damn anus
    I don't know but I can't change it
    Can't paint it; pop it, champagne it
    Stop it. Car: drop it. It look dull, damn, paint it
    She would throw a pout how I'm showing out
    How I'm outgoing but don't be going out
    It's things to know about when you got dough and clout
    Ways to move, know the route. "Babygirl, close your mouth"
    Cause I feed you well. Every sneaker, hell
    You eat Louis, shit Gucci, breathe Chanel
    Karl Lagerfeld acting like Gargamel
    For the car cop the cell in the bar stop at hell
    "What's wrong with you?" She said, "what's wrong with you?"
    Always got a song to do can't get along it's true
    So I skipped marriage, bought her six karats
    Rather die that nigga than to live average

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2 - Cam'ron]
    Looking back on school: art and crafts
    Fucked half the staff, beat up half the class
    I was like Dr. Dre, though, I have to laugh
    Nigga with a attitude, meet me after math
    Had a "half and half"
    Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast
    The half a tab
    You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh
    You after me, huh? I'm after cash
    I'm on I-80 though with my baby
    Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy
    I got plans for you look in the sky baby
    Fuck Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith; you the pie lady
    Fly lady G2 fly baby gee you why baby
    Please boo what's your size crazy
    Don Juanin' when I'm in a foreign
    Almond drop top my charm is alarming
    I was alerting her just to reinsert in her
    That I will leave earth with her
    Huh, I can't interpret her
    She got mad I leaned over, I'm nursing her
    Said when I do dirt wit her
    The only time I flirt with her
    Not to be V.I but this is B.I (B.I)
    Me and G.I be watched by the P.I's
    See why we can't finish together
    I'd rather do business than pleasure
    And that's real (Killa)

    [Hook]

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