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"Me, My Moms & Jimmy" lyrics

Take your time young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to
get old
Mama used to say take it in your
Uh, uh Killa Cam
Mama used to say live your life
Live your life

Ey yo Cam, this rap shit
How you know I love games
It's like I got a habit
Gotta keep the drug game
Until we blow up with that ol' platinum
thug thing
Ey yo what you think lame nigga I feel
the same
Cause I be outside nigga, cocaine
and me
But if it ain't about money then it ain't
about me
Well I ain't in poverty and no one's
starving me
Cause when we first felt heat we
sought robbery
Now, ain't that the pot callin' the
kettle black
I know y'all ain't gonna come out and
front like that
When yall got knocked, yall was
dying in jail
The way you keep on calling, crying
for bail
Acting like criminals, yall some fake
What you know abut bail being more
than ten thousand (Cam: nah nah
Peep the old way, how I done sold
Behind the closed drapes, on one of
your old plates
And the tubes of Colgate
Two and four states, yeah I can verify
Man a nigga never lie
Go head wit your killer schemes
Nah we gotta iller dreams
Land in the Philippines I got about
four mil a piece
Kiddies on the corner, they got a lil'
And they keep frontin
Are they gonna jump me too
I wish they would
Jump me please jump me too
That's what I'm sayin with y'all
Monkey see monkey do
Now y'all niggas can see why I want
to plead insanity
But what the fuck am I gonna do, this
just my family

Mama used to say take your time
young man
Mama used to say don't you rush to
get old
Mama used to say take it in your
Mama used to say live your life, live
your life

Now when it's time to chill out
I might pull the silks out
But I'll do your body good cause you
know I'm illed out
I took an ill route, I might pull some
krills out
Cause that cash and the weed, you
know I'm still about
Well what you want baby, a
description of me
I'm frontin with the ladies having you
picture me
Well I'm tattooed out with a scroll of
my fam
And the long sliky hair with the bow
legged stands
You in my V in the rear, on the low
from your man
Yo I do many things but I ain't holdin
your hand
Do you know how to scuba
I got a house in Aruba
But you keep it on low cause my
spouse got a Ruger
Yo you see I ain't dumber, on me
some type of tutor
Cause I been had the info, on the
whores wit the hooters

Get out my house cause I will shoota
Federica I will step to her
Senorita know how I maneuver
Mamasita sip margarita
Messin with Cam you get punched in
your mouth
Only key you ever had was the one
to your house
F a spouse me single, I'm one of the
You think Cam's nice he's a son of a
Cause I have heaters before them
When Run had Adidas and reefer
was cheeba
Although I'm an entity
All those crooked crooks down town
remember me
Second home one hundred tenth

Yo Cam you violent
You remind me of your daddy
Ey yo, don't you really mean my three
Ooow mom stop
Why you hittin me, stop

[CHORUS: 3X to fade]

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