Cam'ron – Oughta Know By Now Lyrics

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[Cam]
Me and V12
In the V12
Detailed
Hundred twenty thousand, retail

We the globe trotters
No nose divers
What's those, Prada
Coke, copper?
No habla

Low mo toppers
Four four pop ya
Ho hopper
And I'm drinking slow
But I'm thinking dough
Damn man I miss that day ? flow
So smoke gray, long length mink in snow
That's what I'm thinking yo
And that's them kids, them the older cats
I thought I told you that
Kilogram even got a dime biz
Gotta see low hand the bottom line is
Yeah it's the UN baby where have you been

[Vado]
As I sit from a distance
With my killer assistants
Leaning on some niggas with drug dealing persistence
Commitments
As far as bringing money back, consistant
A grown man staring at ? grams no kitten
Bullshittin' I couldn't do
They on that who wanna do
Guns is the art of war, you should have drew
Be playing with the Roc like Booga do
Look at you
I cook it too
Get rid of birdies quicker than Boogaloo
See me on the worst shape blocks
Joey Votto on the field I got first base locked
Was told he got a flow but his verse ain't hot
Niggas asking for half a ki but a hearse they got
Pardon me, Bob Marley when spark trees
Panamera Porsche my car key is a car key
Come on relieve me, same wrist as ?
My squad meet once a week, we meet in the Marquis

[Cam]
Come on let's speed this up
This the remix of the remix

Killa
Up and down Lenox yeah cops got the towers out
That don't matter a nigga still got the powder out
Still got the sour out
Hour after hour out
Think life's a bitch, playboy, try our route
Have your momma prayin'
Have Madonna starin' at what I'm wearin'
Turn down calls from Donna Karen

Lot of jewelry, player ain't invisible
You miserable, pitiful, a weird individual

[Vado]
They say V you look left, you damn right
I'm dead nice
Shine bright like headlights, her head light
Fed like, football numbers, I said hike
Check Nikes wearin', y'all sharin' them bread bites
Time to unrattle you niggas
Shotgun shells, bullets will tackle you niggas
See you face to face ain't trying to battle you niggas
Haters supposed to hate I ain't mad at you niggas

[Cam]
Beef, call off
Y'all all soft
We ball out, top floor, walled off
Then bird off
Made off like Madoff
No days off
Hitler, Adolf
They get more looney
Bring more goonies
This ? meets George Clooney
In the boonies
Trying to look and pursue me
Can't hurt a ?
Had to hook her like do me

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