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アーティスト:Cam'ron  アルバム:Killa Season  作詞:GILES CAMERON/CAM RON  作曲:GILES CAMERON/CAM RON 

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Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though [Verse 1] Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude Eatin off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin Throwin up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy, Boom But came my urgency soon, (what) the emergency room (oh) In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope addicts There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine [Chorus] My baby mama, mama, and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy (too gordy), word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again [Verse 2] Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner (why is


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