Cam'ron - La Bomba Lyrics

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(cam'ron)

My paper yes my paper

Got me sitting on five acres hi hater

Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker

Try play us your whole crew will be price payers

Knife waver gat tooter life taker

Nice flavor real fruity like cly davis

Sweat suit fly asics coke test i aced it

I been rich since i was 20 bitch

Gun right by the cash (what's that) the money clip

This gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger

Im the reason true but the reason she breezing thru

She aint smart she wanna part and kill the season too

Get her an audition and i'm in a motition

I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision

(chorus: cam'ron)

Come to our parties

They drinking that more bacardi

The music is hard body

They puffing that bob marley

That jonga

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like la la la bomba

(cam'ron)

Like fry chicken they winging ock

Me i'm bringing guap

I aint sell enough records to have the things i got

First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot

Let me stop thses niggas like to sing a lot

Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop

Aint no trouble asking

I'm in the bubble flashing

Walther p.p.k 380 double action

Played the restaurant

In the east saint lawerance

Patented leather black and decker

Did your girl played your ark

Like the 45 i pop and dump her

Hung up she called me back tried to block her number

She could not get dumber

In the winter blocks in summer

Your son my little man your pops my runner

He washed the whip said yall alliance is gone

The he pulled out a wrench and turned the hydrant on

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(chorus: cam'ron)

Come to our parties

They drinking that more bacardi

The music is hard body

They puffing that bob marley

That jonga

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like la la la bomba

I can lomba (la la la bomba)

Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

(vado)

Im so cool plus speak high

You dont even hear the room when i breeze by

I see why slr me and gy

Can't stop hit the horn at least three times

They like who that

Nigga we that

40th to 4 deuce lennox where we be at

Here take this raw too finish then you read that

Banana clips sweep

Six feet where you sleep at

Nigga believe that

That short change leave that

You don't need a g-pack

The whole thing we keep that

So what's goodie

Black suede and hoodies

No chain i seen more bang bangs than boogie

(haa) yea i straight aim it fully

And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully

Yea this kid is the truth

I said killa fuck the cars just give me the booth

(chorus: cam'ron)

Come to our parties

They drinking that more bacardi

The music is hard body

They puffing that bob marley

That jonga

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like la la la bomba

I can lomba (la la la bomba)

Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)

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