Camel Toe lyrics

Artist  : Fanny Pack 
Song : Camel Toe



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[Hook]

Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh

Rap's new generation, N-n-next
g-gen-gene-generation

Rap's new generation

Rap's new generation, N-n-next
g-gen-gene-generation



[Jo Jo Pellegrino]

Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with
pone

Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome

Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is
home

Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown

Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier
apparel

Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony
Soprano

Throw em' all in the bottomless pit

For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and
shit



[Cadillac Tah]

Yo, you bit*h niggas is prey, time pay

I leave you shrumped in this five coupe
[Errr]

Faggot nigga I slide through

Any hood representin' my set, generation is
new

But I wear this tech like a vest

Spit and tear up ya vest

D-A double D for that dough

Hit em' where it hurt most

You niggas ain't comin' close

I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa
you ghost

We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas



[Hook]



[R.C.]

It's the violator, clip changer, mix the
mayor

Got trick eight to throw more kisses than
Jada

And a bit*h serve the guard properly

She give me blows under the belt like a dirty
boxer

It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos

And jewels that give you cataracts, bit*h who you
foolin'

They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe

And eight darts nigga, no one to leave



[Fabolous]

I come out with fire

Stop, drop, roll out the booth

Th rims come out the tires

I stop, hop fall off the roof

Only thing you should know is that's them
hoin'

This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M.
Jordan

It's spelled with a capital F

See everything from the sweater to the scarf to
the capital F

Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh
hef

Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S



[Hook]



[Fortune]

It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and
gotten the pot

So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's
hot

Four chain glock on em' with no warning

Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners

Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'

Been around more pies than sweet potatoes

Violators, big dogs respect the line

Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like
Shyne



[Remy Martin]

Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive
commodity

[Machine Gun Firing]

So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies

Everybody knows who's the hottest bit*h

And that's why I'm the only bit*h on this
shit

And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick

Cause I spit as if I had a dick

This rap sh*t I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin
chick

Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin'
it



[Hook]