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La Bomba

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(Cam'ron) My paper yes my paper Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker Try play us your whole crew will be price payers Knife waver gat tooter life taker Nice flavor real fruity like Cly Davis Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it I been rich since I was 20 bitch Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money clip This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger Im the reason true but the reason she breezing thru She aint smart she wanna part and kill the season too Get her an audition and I'm in a motition I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision (Chorus: Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba (Cam'ron) Like fry chicken they winging ock Me I'm bringing guap I aint sell enough records to have the things I got First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot Let me stop thses niggas like to sing a lot Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop Aint no trouble asking I'm in the bubble flashing Walther P.P.K 380 double action Played the restaurant In the east Saint Lawerance Patented leather, black and decker Did your girl played your ark Like the 45 I pop and dump her Hung up she called me back tried to block her number She could not get dumber In the winter blocks in summer Your son my little man, Your


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