Lyrics:
a soul
I don't think too many dream bigger than me
Rather die on a cross than live on my knees
You ain't in my camp you ain't did shit for me
hard work pay
Woo, the most dangerous posse song ever
It's goin' down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this, nigga, shit talkin'
You wanna talk about somethin',
Woo, the most dangerous posse song ever
It's goin' down, Hypnotize Camp Posse
You did this, nigga, shit talkin'
You wanna talk about somethin',
go
BLASTOFF, Space Camp
Two things, Only One Expectation
Hi, I am GottaBlastRy, Founder of BLASTOFF and today's your lucky day
If this is your first
of shit
Alt-Right said that, "work shall set you free
There's good people on the side of Nazis
Can't use sexist slurs cause the world's too PC
And you
Fuck with me and lose a bag hoe
I might just take your man hoe
Take him to summer camp hoe
I'm sorry I cant stand hoes
This that new shit
This that
got nothing, Myself, Best believe
Homie geez
And you got your hand out, Homies to camp
I throw me a band now, Yo, I can not give
Fan out, Say you my
demons like Edge but he be keeping lit Christian
My camp be keeping it lit not talking yea we actually live it
I got Jesus in my heart yea so I'm just
attacking
Anybody in the camp, coming for their heads
Accurate when I swing, needle in a thread
Was the victim not watched, nuff said
Everytime they kill me,
Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just
get a cigarette)
(I'ma go back to my cell and read)
That's it, five more minutes and that's it
Back to work fellas, back to work!
(A mí me llaman
covered by the blood homie
Walk into the enemies camp
Cause I was sent there to stomp and stamp
Out everything that is evil
And my orders come from your
qu'j'avance vers le tel-hô
Double work, j'te laisserai pas marcher sur mes talons
Ca salit mes chaussures
J'risque d'être pas contente
Perds pas ton temps
Quand
Go to work, put it down, and den get paid
It's only two of us gon' get caught for makin' the sale
I'm one, and if you the other bro, I can't tell
Little Joe the Wrangler will wrangle nevermore
His days with the roundup they are o'er
Was a year ago last April when he rode into our camp
Just
Balance be on hand-stand
Just play this at the band camp
I dont s e e
Competition
Get off TMZ
Make some millions
I be steady blitzing
And they be steady
test drove the lamb
I'm a cop it in a minute
30 days no spending
Camp niggas still winning
Bitch
I'm sick of this shit
Can't live like this
I gotta work
dirt
You won't know what heaven's worth until you know what hell is first
Idle hands make the devil work
Idolize false prophets, googling net-worth's
So So
That bitch got me in my head
So far
From the product that's ahead
Woah woah
I get new love from my camp
Blow blow
This shit off the fucking
really the training camp
(Uh)
No Jon Gordon
Where I'm from
We never complain
We just make it work
It broke my heart
When I saw cousin
Ride off in a Hearst
Daddy! I can't wait for you to get home from work
Safety comes first, so everybody Rehearse
Are you coming to work, for the better or for the worse
I
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Yo this is strictly a club record
Yo this is the Rock kicking it with the Refugee camp
And you're bout to smell what the Rock is cookin'
Yo this is strictly a club record
bangin' in the streets
Shit, almost went to jail, I was bangin' in the streets
Camp signed a deal, start bangin' on the beats like
Shit, I made this
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