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(Tate) Pack, pack, pack Let me pack my things I gotta go away And when I come back, back, back I’ll be back with queens No overthrowing me ‘Cus my crown goes all the way down to my toes Everybody round me killin’ it, killin’ it Glittered in gold Extra extra watch somebody turn just like a post These hoes not doin’ enough that’s why they tell us we doin’ the most So we go to C-A-M-P Don’t you wanna get away with me We can go to a place so free where You can be, who you, wanna be You can be, who you, wanna be At C-A-M-P You can be, who you, wanna be Pop, pop, pop Poppin’ down ? SongtexteJust like I always do Over the top, top, top Tryna reach the sky I got the perfect view ‘Cus my crown goes all the way down to my toes Everybody round me killin’ it, killin’ it Glittered in gold Extra extra watch somebody turn just like a post These hoes not doin’ enough that’s why they tell us we doin’ the most So we go to C-A-M-P Don’t you wanna get away with me We can go to a place so free where You can be, who you, wanna be You can be, who you, wanna be At C-A-M-P You can be, who you, wanna be Ay I wanna be extra, extra I wanna be flexed up when I dress up I wanna be so damn fly That when I come by Everybody need a heads up Tell ‘em move like Ludacris When I stepped in the room They said Who is this? Whats she wearing and where did she get it? I said don’t worry about it because you can’t fit it Everything on me custom, Balmain bustiers bust down Hair to my toes, it’s called platinum It’s hard to achieve in these platforms I’m ten feet tall walking over all y’all hoes I stand out, y’all bitches like Waldo Blending I can’t find you Oh you wanna do it how I do ‘Cus I’m so Camp Please Pack it up And ain’t a damn thing About me, average, oh C-A-M-P Don’t you wanna get away with me Wanna go to a place so free You can be, who you, wanna be at C-A-M-P Don’t you wanna get away with me Wanna go to a place so free You can be, who you, wanna be Aus Songtexte Mania