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Cam'ron

"Ass Shots"

[Intro: Kanye West]
I don't know why n*ggas tripping on a n*gga
For clippers, I hate you n*ggas too
But I'm black and Mexican, we gon' change that, haha
I hate you n*ggas too!

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain't had good pus*y, n*gga, try some
Your girl ain't got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain't got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That b*tch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain't got no money, tryna find some
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, n*gga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Got a bad b*tch at build-a-body
Get a bad b*tch and build a body
When your pop, the slim n*gga shady
When your pop was Slim, I was Baby
I came for them chips like I'm K.D
Came for them bricks like I'm Maisie
We hit up the trap which is booming
Hustle, French John Newman
f*ck making the move, we the movie
f*ck the whole group, I'm a groupie
All that money rolling through the lobby
VVS is dripping off my body
You can do what you want when you got it
Go get a b*tch and then build her body
They wanted Versace Milan
We do what we want and then copy
Smack a Roley on my arm
Skrrr, middle fingers to the feds
Put a hundred dollars on your head
Price of life hit you
And all my dawgs gotta eat
And all the money get divided
Snipe game be the wildest
Get a bad b*tch, build her body
Get a bad b*tch, build her body, haan

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain't had good pus*y, n*gga, try some
Your girl ain't got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain't got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That b*tch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain't got no money, tryna find some
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, n*gga, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Harlem to the death, I'mma forever front
A problem with the kid is what you never want
That's what you want, I had my n*ggas waiting for you
Like you sitting at a table in a restaurant
Slice you like pizza, I keep six in the squeezer
My jewelry is nice, dressing is iced
It's how you can sit in the freezer
Keep my di*k in the diva, word, no problem licking it either
Baby girl could be a believer, we could just kick it like FIFA
All the women heavy like pallbearer
That Henney got that cake like Carvel
Carvel, me, I'mma die
Inside the pus*y, man, I know just how Lamar felt
My b*tch sit on me flat without no tummy tuck
She no stripper but all she do is pick money up
Five-o called me over, word to my homie, I ain't tell 'em sh*t
He seemed aggy, so all I did was tell him this

[Hook: Kanye West]
If you ain't had good pus*y, n*gga, try some
Your girl ain't got no ass, she need to buy one
Out west, Southwest, where you fly from
New Jersey, Teterboro where I fly from
You ain't got no Ghost, you need to drive one
That b*tch is so broke, try to find some
And she ain't got no money, tryna find some
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
I swear these b*tches funny, hahaha
Hahaha, hahaha
You still owe me money, n*gga, yeah, yeah

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