batmobile (prod.@xrazycoolin & @prodby47)

[Lyrics]
Uh, uh-uh
My pockets obese I been getting that gwop 
Uh, uh-uh
Kamo still goin up know they prayin I flop
Uh, uh-uh
It's the end of the line I know I can't stop
Uh, uh-uh
She fuck with the song she say it's a bop
Uh, uh-uh
They be seein I'm lit but I waited a while
Uh, uh-uh
Now they all on my dick tryna copy my style
Uh, uh-uh
We gon make his block hot yeah the shit not mild
Uh, uh-uh
The lil boi is my son but he isn't my child

Paby:
How many times I told these boys, we gon run in this shit we gon fuck it up
We gon run in this shit we gon run it now
I don't care about a bitch what you talkin now
I just wanna rap yeah I'm gonna fuck it up
I just want a pack yeah I wanna smoke it up
Woah
Woah
She wanna talk like she know
She wanna talk like she know me but I ain't ever rock with no phony
I got me my bitch beside me
She slay me all night oh rightly
Everything I do so righteous
My pockets so fat yours minus

Uh, uh-uh
My pockets obese I been getting that gwop 
Uh, uh-uh
Kamo still goin up know they prayin I flop
Uh, uh-uh
It's the end of the line I know I can't stop
Uh, uh-uh
She fuck with the song she say it's a bop
Uh, uh-uh
They be seein I'm lit but I waited a while
Uh, uh-uh
Now they all on my dick tryna copy my style
Uh, uh-uh
We gon make his block hot yeah the shit not mild
Uh, uh-uh
The lil boi is my son but he isn't my child

summer nightz ft. paby

[adult swim] prod kamo

kamomeez ft Ohmien (atalli x txeej)

[lyrics]
sea on my neck and that shit moving choppy 
pour the champagne in her mouth she callin me papi
i caught that boy in the cut movin sloppy
slide in the night tryna buffy the body
i still miss my ex (x2)
i ain't trippin bout my next
she see me on her spotify now i guess that's a lil flex
i'm tryna see in your mind right now, ion just wanna have sex
but im still cool with the sex
i treated this situation like a relationship & i'm vex
get what she want from her daddy that girl couldn't understand my stress
my dad still owe like 6 figs in child support no less
maybe it's just my pride, cause i'm tryna call you when im high
and ion like to hate, but why is you fw that guy
took you out for steak, and all you wan do is sit & cry 
it was my mistake, maybe i should've let it slide
never know that you lost a good thing until you don't have it
never told you i was perfect know i got my habits
everybody want a bad bitch till they get a bad bitch
how you cut me off so clean? had you movin savage
like damn
my ego couldn't stand it
had me comin out my body i know i'm more than average
like damn
my ego couldn't stand it
stand it (x2)
wonder what you up to now 
seen you jet setting with the girls, wonder where you off to now
wonder what they say bout me, wonder what they say bout us
ain't too much really happen so there ain't a lot to discuss
like damn
ion know what more i can say
you really messed up my head, usually the pain go away
i'm in this AM lecture thinkin bout how you could've been my bae
i rap so i'm good with the words but i still don't know what to say
i know i still couldn't make you stay 
tried to invite you to the show 
you said you busy that day
but it's on a Saturday 
don't matter if you lyin either way 
truth hurts but I'm gon be okay (x2)
and the truth is 
i still miss my ex (x8)
tell me something i don't know about myself already
i ain't want nothin exclusive back then but now i'm ready
stats been goin up all year baby girl i'm movin steady
yeah, and my pockets still hella bready
and my pockets still hella-
i still miss my ex (x4)
and i know that you miss me too
i know that you miss me-
...

come back home

lame niggas callin me lame & I find it ironic...

CBH2 (prod. gvrlnd!)

Heard he talkin' down what the fuck is up
She slidin' to the casa, migos in her cup
Gang on either side of me, we look like Migos in the cut
-Frontin' like she ain't a groupie turn her to a slut
Money paranormal I be talkin' to the Queen
She know I ain't normal I'm the flyest on the scene
They ain't payin' no attention, need to quit the lean
I got bitches black and white and every colour in between

And I got the soda
I was getting bands in corona
Pulled up in a Merc he pulled up in a Skoda
Fu-Fuckin' on this MILF and she older
Hey Siri
Should I kick her out if she listen to A****
She saw my Miharas and she thought that they were Ricks
Give a boy a root canal if he step on my kicks
Yeah you know I'm with the shits

Dora the Explorer on his block I got the map
Fuck them kids, I be making money off of rap
Kamo get domestic in the booth, I make it slap
Boy we isn't friends
Why you reaching for a dap
Your bitch was in my DM's
Why you tryna fight me
I let that phone ring when she call me
Scam likely
She like 'Oh my God, heard you got a show with YT!'
Now she ta-Now she takin off my white tee


Heard he talkin' down what the fuck is up
She slidin' to the casa, migos in her cup
Gang on either side of me, we look like Migos in the cut
-Frontin' like she ain't a groupie turn her to a slut
Money paranormal I be talkin' to the Queen
She know I ain't normal I'm the flyest on the scene
They ain't payin' no attention, need to quit the lean
I got bitches black and white and every colour in between

moviestarplanet「prod. kamo」

ok, when? @molly

batmobile 2 (@revdid1t)

Hit/Dip

[Lyrics]
Yeah
I been getting M&M's
My money the only thing that's fuckin sweet
She never seen a penthouse fuck her in a suite
Niggas got a fetish always askin for the feat (feet)
And it's way too good to be hitting only one time 
Imma beat it and repeat it and delete
Brent song in the back while I hit it from the back got me tuggin on her tracks tryna hit it to the-
He cappin in his captions
Kai Cenat niggas tryna get reactions
He ain't got a grip that's why he ain't gaining traction
Money over everything like a fraction

I ain't fuckin with these niggas but they couldn't fuck with me 
Ain't no competition boy I'm where you wanna be
Bitches came around & niggas wasn't pushing P
Primetime she gon let me crush it for the free

Eating good even though I got a lot up on my plate
If I die I better leave my Mama my estate
I ain't trippin bout a nigga who ain't winnin tryna hate
Plenty fishes in the sea for me cuz a nigga bait
Came in with a fit so I'm fashionably late
2000s Bape - fashionably great
Played her unreleased and she tellin me I ate
Start taxin for the open boi I'm doubling my rate

Watch face big like Ben 
Kamo hella social - tryna fuck on her & her friend
Said it was a fluke but I did that shit again 
Hoe know I'm a setter I ain't following no trend
Jeans hella baggy
Ridin with my dawg in the van like i'm Shaggy
Call my boy GPS cause that boy need the addy
She my type too (two) and she came with a fatty
Asian bitch nice rice call her basmati
Angels watching over me & I know it
I gotta way with these words I'm a poet
She gettin mad cause I never say 'i love you' I'd rather just show it
Cross continental, and I'm flying private
Niggas hella pussy it don't matter if you hide it
Drill beat 808 how a nigga slidin
Heat seek on the Glock don't matter if you hidin

Turn his coat to a parka put that furrr on it
Frostbite on my neck put that brrr on it
Chinese shorty want me eating out her box
Slid for the retwist she ain't even touch my locs
Kamo for president, zaza my vice
I'm doing better than you at my age I don't need no advice
God know my soul yeah a nigga livin right
Wouldn't put you on a bus why'd I put you on a flight
You ain't smokin top shelf you ain't higher than a kite
Darskin nigga but the teachers said I'm bright
Shit could've went left but I'm doin alright
Got more lyrics than these niggas even if I didn't write
New Mercedes Benz GLEskiii
She gon let me double tap for the freeskiii
Fuck a blue tick I done blew through checks
Shorty study law I got her screamin #Free Sex

Life ain't a movie boi my life a film
I don't pop corn but I pop tags
I don't do Selfridges don't do no yellow bags
Shorty a keeper like Ten Hag
Motion on the play no red flag

Concretekam

[lyrics]
fuck
fuck fuck
fuck fuck
uh huh
fuck

look
niggas parasocial think they know me you is not my homie
heard you cheesed cuz yo hoe be toppin me like pepperoni
heard you t'd, tired of the verbal do a verb and show meh
if she leave i still got these bands boi i ain't eva lonely

niggas always gms in the dm till i really see em 
self made man i don't got no big bro i'd really hate to be em 
slidin with that fefe and lil tiffany on my fuckin neck
promoter gassed like i wont cut my ties if he don't cut my check

tola tellin me that dat shit hard and it's still unreleased
had to starve to stack now they got hands out cuz they want a piece
niggas steady bitin like they bitches told her don't use teeth
run up on eem make him crap inside his calvins like lil reese

i'm yo favourite rapper favourite rapper that's behind the scenes
ho ain't eva worked a 9-5 but want brand new celine 
i can't beef no baddie niggas really get they swag from shein
talkin bout we need to work speak 4 ya self get left on seen 

like
why you pressed bout me?
gang boolin in nyc
two bad hoes in the bacc of the v
still bunk class like f*** my degree

you can try nigga but you ain't me 
competition ain't sum i see
these fn move slimey
10 mill no perc if you tryna sign me

crash right back like nigga you stupid
(crash straight back like nigga you stupid)
- fuck i look like beefin over sum bitch but ik you did
if your marj still livin in a council house them racks you makin useless
nigga really think shit sweet cuz i move intelligent don't confuse it

don't confuse it
yah
don't confuse it
-
don't confuse it
pussy.

choc dips (lefun)

[lyrics]
yuh
yuh
yuh

slime tryn do him foul
bad bih tryna make me smile 
he-he my son yeah he my child 
know they tryna jack my style
hit my show turn up the crowd
move in silence smoking loud 
only real niggas allowed
only real niggas allowed

bad bih tryna say i'm mean 
eating good just like canteen
trap-trap spot jump like trampoline
we got sticks like Idi Amin
kamo crashout fuck the scene 
ski not fat still tryn get lean
freak ho tryna get celine
hell nah you can't get celine

slime
i been stayed the same so why this ho wan fuck me now?
slime
if it's beef then say dat i could serve up the whole cow
slime
my guys get the money we don't give a fuck bout how 
slime
he gon take the piss until i hit him with the pow
slatt

say im lit, i know yuh 
is he my friend or foux? yuh
Big Baller like Zo yuh
rackie on my toe yuh
spin back in a mo yuh
get my nut then go yuh
baker i get dough yuh
you got motion, so? yuh

post up tryna flick up 
bad hoe get my dick up
suck it till she hiccup 
might slide but i won't slip up
hit my plug im tryna pick up
bro don't ever pick up
crowd hands in the air like this a fuckin stick up

hit the store fuck up some figures
my racks done got bigger
and this bop gon kill my vibe she always talk bout niggas
broski pourin tosei like he beefin with his liver
he must work at Evri that boy don't ever deliver

slime tryn do him foul
bad bih tryna make me smile 
he-he my son yeah he my child 
know they tryna jack my style
hit my show turn up the crowd
move in silence smoking loud 
only real niggas allowed
only real niggas allowed

nigga quiet like a mouse
his bitch slid took off her blouse
i'm still tryn get Ma a house
i'm still tryna get Ma a house
yah
i'm still tryna get Ma a house
yah
...

neeks (joathxn x glossalia)

brother's keeper (@stxrer)

KAMOMEEZ 2 Ft. Ohmien (prod. Jay F)

gutterball prod. Pi'erre Bourne

TrenchSkum ft. H4RRY (Tolo)

[Lyrics]
Wake up everyday I'm blessed
Walked in the party with the best fit on like excuse me pardon my flex
Nigga better put some respect on my name yeah a nigga up now not next
Nigga tryna flex that blue tick, I don't give two shits I been gettin checks
Rick boots steppin on necks
O2 airin that text
Bitch better make shit easy no I ain't playin no games CeX
I was just workin CeX
Rap niggas getting me vexed 
These niggas really my sons
Kamo get the racks then invest
If he want beef get spun
I remember days I ain't have that shit
Walk in the store like the trap pay the price & then tell em to bag that shit
The money be coming so quick I ain't even got time to go add that shit
You trippin bout shorty she meady I thought he was mad bout a bad ass bitch
Bro you can fuck I done had that shit
Whole lotta distance between me & whoever coming the closest
Niggas be talking that bullshit behind my back & then think I won't notice
I'm with my white hoe up at the country club sippin mimosas
Look at my Rolex face this shit look like hypnosis

Bro must think he Cartiii
Trust me that shit won't go
In the showroom preein this Rariii
Shit too goddamn slow
My hoes Bratz not Barbies they ain't no average hoes
She tellin me I'm a smartie like I don't already know
Already know
Funds in the bank yeah they flippin for real bro got the pint yeah he sippin for real 
I own 100% of my soul never would you see me signing no deal Porsche 911 same colour satsuma
So you know I'm tryna hop in and peel
Spending this cash I'm a chronic consumer
I ain't your therapist fuck how you feel

Wake up everyday I'm blessed
Walked in the party with the best fit on like excuse me pardon my flex
Nigga better put some respect on my name yeah a nigga up now not next
Nigga tryna flex that blue tick, I don't give two shits I been gettin checks
Rick boots steppin on necks
O2 airin that text
Bitch better make shit easy no I ain't playin no games CeX
I was just workin CeX
Rap niggas getting me vexed 
These niggas really my sons
Kamo get the racks then invest
If he want beef get spun
I remember days I ain't have that shit
Walk in the store like the trap pay the price & then tell em to bag that shit
The money be coming so quick I ain't even got time to go add that shit
You trippin bout shorty she meady I thought he was mad bout a bad ass bitch
Bro you can fuck I done had that shit
Whole lotta distance between me & whoever coming the closest
Niggas be talking that bullshit behind my back & then think I won't notice
I'm with my white hoe up at the country club sippin mimosas
Look at my Rolex face this shit look like hypnosis

Bro must think he Cartiii
Trust me that shit won't go
In the showroom preein this Rariii
Shit too goddamn slow
My hoes Bratz not Barbies they ain't no average hoes
She tellin me I'm a smartie like I don't already know
Already know
Funds in the bank yeah they flippin for real bro got the pint yeah he sippin for real 
I own 100% of my soul never would you see me signing no deal Porsche 911 same colour satsuma
So you know I'm tryna hop in and peel
Spending this cash I'm a chronic consumer
I ain't your therapist fuck how you feel

kamo (@trenchbourne)

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