Cam Meekins #Fuckyourbitch song lyrics

Lamp City in this mothafucka yo

I told them I would kill it they try to put a hit out

Bitch I'm young livin, old folks get out

I'm somewhere in the izzair up in the smoke clizzoud

I get high so much that all my pickups are a fizz out

I'm homeless I got this sittin' on some profits

I'm chillin' on the beach with Martha Stuart and some sock tips

You last year like crocks I'm this year like this year

My future's lookin' bright so I say it's lookin crispy clear

I'm so sweet like Crispy Creme five or six up in the beam

Drivin' down on 95 bitch I'm headed to the bean

I got what you hatin' on dog I'm what you tryin' to be

So keep going like free throwin cause I'm all up behind the three

I'm with your girl, up in your bed, all those lines are kind of dead

But it's true, I'm actually fuckin her, forget all of those lines I said

I'm known to be your king, I was born to be a Czar

All these people lookin at me like I'm born to mow their lawn

But fuck that, I'm outty, I'm outty like an outty, I'm outty like an inny

Man I'm outty out in Maui, with some girly on my nuts

Like I'm a rap star or somethin and they trying to take me home

But I'm just trying make some muffins cause I'm high as fuck

Bong the ripper, you the loser, I'm the winner

And my girly got that ass but it's thicker than a snicker

My lights blind yo wife change, in my bed, life change

We fucked all the football stands call that shit a night game

I'm smokin' on that light green it burns down till it's white

That good stuff can do that, dog look it up 'cause I'm right

Got that colon power money, semicolin I'm rich bitch

Period I'm kick flipping shoe laces my man's trippin'

I'm fallin' over all drizzy drunk Mike Jones, still tippin'

I got these kids at my show smokin' weed up in the crowds

Security can't kick 'em out, we burn this mother fucker down

We lampin' 'till she turn me off, get it lamps, turn it off

I treat my girl like luxury, call that chick a foreign car

I'm sicker then a common cold, sicker then being kinda old

And fuck these little bitches you got one flow, they kinda blow

I got that, I don't need a hook, like hand fish, don't need a hook

English class, I'm in this bitch, best believe I don't read a book

I keep my joint stuffed like you never check the mail

That last line was braille so stay out of my business

This ain't show and tell

Bitch! Lamp City.