Cam'Ron - Wonderland Lyrics

Ft. Hell Rell

Killa, ya know, if you neva go out on a limb
How the fuck d'you expect to get the apple, nigga?

(Verse: Camron)
It's ups and downs, ride the flow, it's pizza values, his and lows
I luv my fam, despise my foes, P&H (what's that?) pies and hoes
My mind on money, my mind on business
? is good for yo teeth, so is mindin' yo business
Y'all just started, I'm at that line finish
Tell society (what's that?) that I'm a menace
Fuck crayola, man, I want aye-ola
Crack and weed, you know, coke, no cola
I'm so divine, I'll blow yo mind, 'lantincs Ave's shit
Forty', 1 3 9


(Verse 2: Camron)
You know me, I'll beat her and leave her
DMG on the sneakers, left my watch at home
But had to leave on my heater
Man come get yo bitch, she keep callin' me my nigga
You wanna get rich? A bunch of loyalty, my nigga
I take a whole brick, I break it down to ounces
I heard yo bitch is thirsty, new condo got a fountain
You know I got that shit, every verse light and fluid
He said this his car, but can't show you the title to it
Damn, my nigga, he can't read fo' shit, but he made 60.000
Every time that he receive a brick
How did muthafucka Rooga make it? He a piece of shit
God luv us hood niggas, hater, you can eat a dick


(Verse 3: Hell Rell)
I walk a corner with the skills men posses
This ain't the Gram, girl, but I want a fam request
She laugh, true, and she like my denim vest
You somethin' else, Cam, yeah, girl, I been a mess
I'm a veteran, watchin' these rookie fumble
Chocolate chip nigga, that's the way the cookie crumbles
Dumb and Dumber, my shit go double dumb
All I got is hard dick, no bubble gum
More rocks and rumble, I'm troublesome
Couple Coupes, couple cars, shit, a couple guns
I'm well connected, I make a couple runs
You lookin' fucked up, come get a couple ones


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