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TRL - Birkin Bag lyrics

Artist: TRL

album: The Campaign


(313 mafia)
Camp Shit
Camp God
We takin' over
Nigga
Camp boys, we 'bout to take over, all my niggas rich
I can't fuck with basic hoes, like all my bitches thick
Left hand blew out, I get this play and bust my other wrist
Baby quit it with the small talk, is you gon' suck the dick
Told me she gon' kill me if she catch me with another bitch
All my niggas fuck, she think she slick when all my niggas hit
We blowing dank out the wood, know it's an opp in it
You gon' get knocked off, keep fuckin' with the opposite
Pull her to the side, put the chain on her, tryna pop this bitch
He had a way, but he lost it, he ain't poppin' shit
Them niggas petty coppin', they ain't never cop a zip
Niggas tried to shit on me when I ain't have a pot to piss
You tryna cuff or lock her down you a cop or shit
She wanna fuck, blow me while I drive, I got guap to get
He bought the Glock for a picture, he ain't poppin' shit
James Harden, step back, then I get a rocket sent
See a lame, bust that bitch open then I'm runnin' it
Freak bitch eat the whole dick, I'm recordin' it
Gang on the phone with a ham, say he could order it
Yea, she be fuckin' with the camp, so you horse the bitch
Fucked a bitch, kicked her out the whip she insubordinate
Lil' ass nigga with that pape, I make more than you
Bitch, we them camp boys, we shittin' on yo' nigga too
Boy you got that basic ass bitch, I can hit her too
Bitch we blow a lot on jewelry, blow a lot on bags
Blunt full of Runtz, pull that shit out the gelato bag
I don't do no interviews, I been at tryna' shot at Vlad
Bad ass bitch, where she from, she hop right out the scat
All the cash thats not me when I'm at the mall shop at the Saks
Them CampBoyz they hit a thousand rats
Hundred thousand dollars, that ain't shit, we seen a lot of racks
Cuttin' into hoes, they tryna cuff, ain't got no time for that
I was speakin' for the real niggas, I wasn't tryna rap
Everytime a hoe say she love me I be lyin' back
Bitch wanna fuck, dont wanna [?] tryna scrap
She wanna throw the top, but I was just where the bottom at
Just took a trip, and I just bought a dollar back
Just took yo' bitch, and I heard you just bought a bag
Just dropped the whip, no nigga I'm just sliding back
Just hit the switch on this bitch, I just gotta slab
Cut into a bitch, I wanna fuck, and [?]
Take a nigga chain, don't give a fuck, make him buy it back
Bitch I only hang with top shottas like I'm Mad Max
I heard he be cuffin' on that bitch, she fucked the whole camp
Nigga I ain't just rappin' on this bitch, that's a fun fact
Fuckin' on that lame, wishin' she could get the time back
Bitch you got your license, go outta town, bring the pros back
Ghetto pretty bitch, put the Glock in her Birkin bag
(Ha!)
TRL shit
CampBoyz nigga
Put the Glock in her Birkin bag
(Brr-Blahh)

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