Statik Selektah - Camouflage Dons lyrics

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Statik Selektah - Camouflage Dons lyrics

My barrel lean like thorazine Like Reverend King, cream like ' Cartel spark reel, y'all in the mezzanine Women at the shot ball, shot ball, guillotine A hundred on the dot balls, black on the big machine Blowing at your entourage, old squad, wolverines Camouflage dons, spit hella steam, prophesize, picking out the lies Gotta get the green Backs in my nap sack, roll up a swisher, sweet, light a splif, life's a b**h Freaking off with the team, off the sh** I've seen, probably should be dead now f** the zombies, smoke the bong, it's weed to the head now It's the semi-auto going through your audio My name is pressure and leave you in the poorest mode Known movements, it's reality music, the gun law is: if you got one, you better use it Listen, they pit convoes, see your way out before D jump over E And if you want by the cheek so play silly, feel a 9 milly sponsored links Acting like you 'bout this life beef for really Face fighting, wanna steal, y'all n***as k** me Deer gang, 215, it's Gucci Philly, it's Louis Loaf with the smoke that beats that Camouflage dons, zombies, static select We present shots, we blowing off limbs No sublimes, don't get it twisted, we knock them It's a new wave, NWA, trick it how you want it, and it's all I got to say The fame ain't changed me, I still don't f** with you, n***as I still be on the streets, I still scream f** religion I ain't scared of beef, get beacon, put on a sk**et You bigots are non-existent so f** all my competition, hold up Hoes haze, no competition, your mortal vision is sacrilegious Painting vivid pictures, smoking with the same n***as It's Montana flow, whiter than the white cops that shot the kid on my block I'm from a place where we rolling, we take it Blow teeth, two foes, trap it in the basement Two freaks, one me, it's threesomes in the AM Take a whiff, fold sh**, four blunts in one bash Bodies in the basement, homicide cases? Prophesize about multiplying pot like we makers Hater, you ain't on like the Lakers I know I'm wrong but we don't go, got this slave sh** Smith & Weston, one bullet, your pick Third lid, I be putting it in your b**h Robbing like life after d**h, had a fourth disk Rhyme like all eyes on me times four sh** Park place, sheet pins, smoking at the ball games Scot bucks up top only when the Knicks play Sniffing with some fun, OG and a swish play Before you cross the day, motherf**er, look both ways Motherf**er, look both ways Motherf**er, look both ways Camouflage dons, camouflage dons

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