WhoCamille - Voicemail

Hey
You've reached Camille
Sorry I can't get to the phone at the moment
Leave a voicemail and I'll get back to you as soon as possible
Have a blessed day
Look these niggas don't get it
So imma color in the lines so he can see my picture
I'm always locked and loaded man I keep that ammunition
Just to know who I am is an honor and a privilege
If you wanna take it further imma need submission
Of an essay tellin' me about his vision
Crash course dummy what we do when it's collision
And he better keep that guap cuz ya girl cost tuition
That's the only way that he can get admitted
Everything I just said is not dead it's called pimpin'
Trickin' these niggas gotta make sure they submissive
If they cover all bases only then I might listen
Keyword might cuz I'm not easily impressed
I mean every word I say I hope you feel it in ya chest
Bottoms up on a nigga what they say drip or drown
So I'm standing in a puddle cuz I ain't going down
I likes it better at the top
Fly girl status everything I drop knock
WhoCamille got them bangers serving bop after bop
Should've dropped my tape in August cuz my shit is to hot hot
Cuz you a lame ass nigga
Okay you moved some weight and now you got a few figures
When I wanna talk books or something smart wit some rigor
Ya dumbass can't keep up I should've known go figure
Boy we could never be
Thought you was the one you wasn't even top three
Pillow talkin' got you in a jam now you mad at me
Never call my phone again headass at the beep
Oh you mad now you fed up
I just stuck around cuz you let me run the check up
Should've let ya goofy ass only see me from the neck up
But you taught me when I meet a clown always get my rest up
Anyway I can bag any nigga any day
So when they stray that's attention that I can not pay
Cuz guaranteed on my line it's another
I thought that was ya mans but on my phone its ya brother
Why don't we fall in love nigga I don't like you
I think of homicide every time I sight you
Should send my niggas to ya stoop just to fight you
Knock on ya door then knock you out
Night night boo
If he love me once then he'll love me forever
Cuz he will never ever
Find a chic that's better, wetter
Cover all sides front to back like bereta
Warm his little heart like that's his favorite sweater
My ass soft like a feather
He like it best when it's laced in that leather
He use his hands to caress her
And then he dig me out, dig me out, on the dresser
Ooh ahh on the dresser
Ahh oouu on the dresser
Aye he nasty he nasty
He hit me from behind because I'm assy I'm assy
I'm big dragging on a track about me
Call me WhoCamille or you can call me Coach Free
But I'm expensive tho pull up in the Benz tho
It ain't rented tho windows all tinted tho
It's a blackout
And when I pull up in the hood I bring the trap out
Gettin' to the money so you know I take the cash route
We can't fall in love cuz round one you like to tap out
Fuck

Written by:
Camille Freeman

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