Cam'ron

Cam'ron - Got It For Cheap lyrics

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(feat. Skitzo)
[VERSE 1]

We hit too many left turns to make it right

My black fist and the peace sign now say goodnite

But Ima stay the fight laser light with you're a.m. like

Here's an order Black be the quarterback take a hike

Hut one, hut two, hut three 

Your family ? calico eighty one to your chest

Randy moss

How much the candy cost?

Then im explainin to folks 

Its terrific but be specific

The ? the coke

I refrain from the hoax

Lame, This game is a joke 

But hit the hotline got mine then ranged to the rove

I move the work from New York to New England

New Hampshire, New London, New Jersey, New Zealand

Hop out like who dealin'? who slingin? 

(Rick?) lookin' like who wheelin? Who blingin? 

Then I handle weed and tell em 

??

they got the work 

if it don't work 

your money back, guaranteed. 

But I guarantee money with your money you'll be ??

Fuck it up? A disaster B casualties actually

But I move casually 

Not a judge but call me your honorable

Go head and vomit fool, bar none bombable

We beef like a farmer do 

My jewelry is a carnival 

Heard my goddamn chain, its like a ferris wheel 

You fuckin with sosa, you won't find a better deal



[CHORUS]

Willy wack, who you wit 

Get your gat, hit a lick

Flip a pack, flip a brick, man

Louie hat, louie kicks 

Till we strap in the mix

Mooey move back doors 

And we got it for cheap!

Yeah we got it for cheap!

Yeah we got it for cheap!

Man we got it for cheap!

Man we got it for cheap!

Man we got it for cheap

We got it for cheap!

We got it for cheap!



[VERSE 2]

I sold guns and the rock 

Filled the ? to the top

40th nigga 

Smoke a blunt with Barack 

Put your heart in your stomach

Your lungs in your socks

Your girl in my bed 

Your son on my block

Yeah, they stole my style

But this the judgement

Welcome to the wild life

"Damn you got a foul wife"

I picked her up from karaoke and pilate class

She like to deepthroat, me I call it lolligag

Y'all niggas call me fags

Not a body cast, a body bag

Fuckers I'll leave his whole body tagged

Primo give me bricks 

I get poppy cash

?? licks

he'll let the shotty blast

At nine years old yall was watchin ? troops

Me the only fifth grader with the ?? suit

Twenty years later, bitch is ?? gucc shoes

For a months rent, a fly purse, and some new boots

You out the loop lou

Me I'm in the crew coupe

Truck ?? same color as dove soap

Niggas needin' favors

Believe im major

Straight out the hood 

But you should see my neighbors

You say a hundred dollars

He say a piece of paper

Yeah we all own our cars

You still leain' hater?



[CHORUS Repeats 2X]




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Language: English

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