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[Cam'Ron] Tito, crack that dutch Roll that purple up Niggaz slackin' and they mackin' Simpin' and they pimpin' Glad I got you baby You the only one I can count on man You my crutch man, YO [Verse 1] We leave spots milt, you get your top tilt Mop filt, my block leave cops kilt, duck shots still You not built, you had zirconias, those was zirconias SongtexteI kept the spot built, I can ensemble linen Grinnin' or rock silk, I'm hittin bitches like switches I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mami became a friend Said she had the lamest men, want to learn the game I'm in I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with rims She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta Fiends in the caskets, leaning them bastards But the meanest of fabrics when I'm with Athena Onassis Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses Cause when it come to purple, I seen it in masses [Cam - talking] Whoo! Tito, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither Tito) This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is) I love you man (I'm not smoking this) Only thing I count on is you (Tito I can't hear ya, I don't want him) Good lookin' Tito just got the blunt (Can't fuck with nothing else but you) I'm reloaded now, aight (God damn) KILLA, uh [Verse 2] And I'm a nuisance child, gamin her stupid now Plus I'm stupid foul, pulled a coupe to trial I come through Canal, and let the luger style In the DA mouth (shit) here's a root canal Right on center street, put 'em on front street Next day the front page, who gon' front on me Girls deranked and chumped, I call 'em skank and cunt Take a trip with the Dip bitch to the bank to stunt Serena Williams, downtown vacant Trump Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump That's why I'm kinda hyped, because my money's good Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write How I grind at nights, next tab, china white Army hat, army jacket, yessir my line is right Diminish his army, we finished the Dom P Now let's get purple like Grimace or Barney Holla [Cam - talking] You my crutch man I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito rolling up I gotta roll it up myself I don't know what's in them Dutch Masters If you don't crush your own weed up And put it in the blunt yourself Your own brother'll hand you some dust That's what I count it as I gotta come in Give me two minutes y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute I roll up Aus Songtexte Mania