Family Ties lyrics
[Cam'ron]
Killa, Dipset [Verse 1] [Cam'ron] Man i spit that pimp talk You hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride No need to pimp the ride This aint the pimp camp Pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp slape the slim tramp Order stake shrimp skamp Okkkay, you gggay I souflay ya toopay And bottles be ya bookay Right where you stay Or where you stay That 45, tre deuce stayed sprayed You stayed Unload the click clack To ya fit cap Hold the shit back Say good-bye And go comitte that For nine years,?? had a time share Back to times square I got dimes there By the poor authority But i got more authority Ya girl she ordered Maury Checks she forger for me Reporters, report me How she reported the orgie But it's more to the story Her daughter aplaud me [Chorus (Cam'ron)] We in the zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone, we bout to make them drums cry (Cam'ron)Dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset We hold are on, don't think you could go and push us We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties (Cam'ron)Dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset,dipset [Verse 2] From the back of the cock ride The black on black black When we cock rides I will not hide Hi ma, hot thighs Dick on her nose Now she's cock eyed From whipping the bacon rolls To outside, whipping the bacon rolls See ?? from those Im raking, but makin dough 80 holes in ya shirt There ya own jamacain clothes I aint talking to potent nose Im talking to astence The sloughs we go You get the okey dough Play me, baby i hope he know We break noses Call em baby pinnochio Fucking liar I hold it wit blue mittens Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitching? 1 house, 2 kitchens whose bitching I bring the diesel Wont see the foohst snickens Now i don't trust a hoe That's mother, to baby mother Mother fucker you look like a lady lover I touch, slap her Dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink cum, get drunk It's nutt cracker And it's well known That Rell home Yep, he eat C up on his cell phone As ya family dies And my family ries Call the network dipset family ties [Chorus] [Verse 3] You see me in that, lavender tank You ravegers faint I was fort laudy You was saint ladder day saints Whips get lavered in paint Ride wit the rappers Scrap wit the actors Cap back, abra kadabra And imma paul think that we all comfortable Mia morties, rappers all theodore huckstables Their mother's a lawyer, their father's a doctor Auction, coke to the coppers Glocks in the locker And, who you suppose to be Get hung from the rosery Call me C.O.D. That's coke and them o's of d Some O.D.B. Off them o's of d I ain't give a fuck As long as they ain't close to me Put ya drugs in the air Give a toast to me Pump that dip in ya veins Get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush You should vote for me Fareal nigga, on the real The last hope is me [Chorus]
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