Cam Meekins

Cam Meekins - Daughters lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Uh, neva gave a fuck of what they thought about me

Only thing that's on my mind, how to make yo daughter bout me

Previously rolled the weed that's all around me

Every city that I go, bitches bongs and thongs around me

Making cake, tryna make my parents proud

Opened up the studio, smell like the apparel loud

They tryna sound cocky, I ain't arrogant

Just tryna make a million while I'm pulling on her hair again

Cruisin' down the freeway smokin' bolds

Hands on the rasp, bitches love me cuz my vocal chords

Opened for a chance to get the top spot

Got a way, I'm the most promising, ain't even got an album date

Dawg, what ya talkin' bout? Cam ain't gon' back down

21 evaded bitches put me as their background

Wherever you're not, that's the only place I'm at now

Jealous, while you're talkin' on computers, all they maxed out

Bitches on the diem and they're very fine

Truth is, you know I'm fuckin' if she verified

Bout to go wild at a bunch of shows, verified

Livin' in a dream, your nightmare's terrified

(Hook)

Terrified, terrified, your nightmare's terrified

Terrified, terrified, your nightmare's terrified

I got a dream and I had to make it happen for the whole squad

I been faded so long

Errbody talkin' bout how they gon' be the next up

All they are is so wrong

This is for the girls comin' to my shows

You know I'm gonna get 'em all

Now people blowin' up my phone, you know that I'mma neva call

(Verse 2)

This next verse I'm laughin' at you fuckin' haters

I'm gettin' head, you should prolly worry bout yo paper

I mean my life's been a grind, kinda like a skater

Flavor on the paper, you're a waiter, I'm a motivator

Got more bitches sendin' texts than a group chat

Need me on a feature, I can get you that for two stacks

Fuckin' 'round with Cam, you don't really wanna do that

And I made the beat, y'all still be on that boom bap

Gettin' paid, gettin' fade, gettin' laid

I'm the man, I'm still the same, I neva change

Bein' me, they askin' what the fuck's up

And people always talk in tongues, shut the fuck up

Got a girl in B Town, homie down when I'm chillin'

Drop an EP every month, that's just how I was feelin'

I'm about to blow up like you got out of the buildin'

And if they talkin' bout the realest, realize I am the realest

Uh!

(Hook)

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