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Cam'ron( Cameron Ezike Giles )
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Oh Boy feat.Juelz Santana
Lyricist:Camron Giles, Laron James, Justin Smith, Norman Whitfield
Just Blaze, oh baby, uh, killa
All the girls see the, boy, look at his kicks, boy Look at his car, boy, all I say is, oh boy Look mami, I'm no good I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin' Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' With lots of mobsters, shot for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen every block is blaka
But she like the way I diddy bop, you peeped that? Mink on, Maury kicks plus Chanel ski hat She want the, boy, so I give her the, boy Now she screamin' out, boy, boy, boy, boy
Now she playin' with herself, Cam' dig it out lift her up Ma it's just a fuck girl, get it out pick on up They want the boy, Montana with guns with bandannas Listen to my homeboy Santana
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the boy, I'm tellin' ya boy Put a shell in ya, boy, now he bleedin', oh boy Get him, call his, boy, he wheezin', he need his, boy He screamin', boy, boy, boy, boy
Damn shut up, boy, he's snitchin', oh boy This nigga's bitchin', boy, he's twistin', oh boy If Feds was listenin', boy, damn, boy, boy, boy I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my, boy, I got trust for my, boy That's why I buck with my, boy, that's my nigga, oh boy He gon' come get his, boy, he got love for his, boy That's my, boy, boy, boy, boy
When he got caught with the, boy, we went to court for the, boy Just me and my, boy, and we sayin', oh boy Be on the block with my, boy, with the Roc Fella, boy When the cops come, squalin'
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Yeah, this is for the sports cars, Bonita's, Jimmy's PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the, boy, holla at your boy Killa, holla, listen
It's the D-I-P, boy, plus the R-O-C, boy You'll be D-O-A, boy, your moms will say, oh boy Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns we got a lot of 'em Shit, matter of fact, gurus start poppin' 'em
Then slap up his, boy, clap up his, boy Wrap up his, boy, get them gats, oh boy Diplomats are them, boy, for the girls and the, boy Say, boy, boy, boy, boy
Now when they see Cam and his, boy, they say damn, oh boy Santana's that, boy, that squeeze hammers, oh boy Canons and bandannas glamors, we don't brandish Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my, boy, until that man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon these kids are grand standin' Niggaz demand ransom over them grams scramblin' Boy, boy, boy, boy
Well, fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em Call up his, boy, I'm down south tannin', oh boy Mami, I got the remedy, Tommy's I bet the enemy Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin' finicky
Killa and Kopel, we chill in Morocco for Reela We got doe chinchilla doe and fill with them hollows, huh It's the, boy, I said it's the, boy I'm the, boy, boy, boy, boy Killa
Boy, oh boy Boy, oh boy Boy, boy, boy
Boy, boy, boy, boy
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