Cam'Ron - Hey Muma lyrics
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[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Killa
Yo, girl: get a notepad (for what?)
You ain’t got no swag!
And you so fine, it’s so sad
Still riding coach, need a Coach bag
Let me coach you, no Coach tags (what that mean?)
Get rid of that Coach bag!
And listen, I ain’t trying to throw jabs
(Damn!) Why you gettin so mad?!
Only one that deal with Cam’ is a queen
Louis handbags, Alexander McQueen
Yeah, stand up I’m mean
For how I handle my team, clean
Harlem n-ggas don’t wear sandals with jeans
Car skills good, I can handle the Beem
Nickle, dime, twenties, I can handle the fiends
So…hey Muma, que pasa?
I’m water, baby: agua
[Hook]
Hey yo, muma!
I’m saying
Can I come over? Cause
I’m not playing
Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting
And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!
[Verse 2: Vado]
Hold up, (*the spit sound*) let the Slime spit
Need these first three rows, let my suave sit
Icy, make it hard to see the time tick
Me and my dine chicks, with glasses of wine, lit
Yeh, your money can’t provide this
“Hi miss” the answer’s "yes, your Highness"
“Try this! Only I can supply this”
Reply this, you’ll always see me in fly ish
If I don’t know you, I hope not to
Trying to play a tough role? I’m like “not you”
Earl Boykins I’m D Rose I got you
Under the sun is where we pose, We hot, duke
It’s what I did to the booth
How I spend in the coupe
While you and members salute
I’mma keep it trill, I’m that n-gga living proof
Telling me to chill is like stomping Cam with a shoe
[Hook]
Hey yo, muma!
I’m saying
Can I come over? Cause
I’m not playing
Bend your ass over, uh, I’m not waiting
And if I’m sober, I’m blazing. Hey!
[Verse 3 - Cam'ron]
In the hood where I creep trying to hook me a freak
Want to see what girl around here could put me to sleep
Could mean a hotel, could mean a suite
Could mean tuition, could mean a Jeep!
“God damn” is what the hoochies say
When we jump out of Lambo’s
Car, neck, hand froze
Damn, yo! Cameras, stand, pose
Therefore, watch her ‘fore Cam rose
[Vado]
She got down, I’m tryna get the top
Me, Lee, ? and chop
How to hit the block, ee wee piffing rock
before the DT’s get the watch
The neighbours watch, all day switching spots
I’m in the hood like (muma)
What’s really, whats good (Frank Mula)
Gun 50, black hood (same shooter)
Blowing sticky black wood (straight ruler)
[Hook]
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Thanks to feel
Thanks to jj. for correcting these lyrics
