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NLE Choppa – Camelot Lyrics

Camelot by NLE Choppa


I ain’t gon’ say too much when a n---- speakin’ on that hot s---
F--- the police, ’cause them b------ ain’t gon’ stop s---
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest n---- in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil n---- you a lobster
Bullets hit a n---- up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
My n----- trappin’ out the bando, shoutout to the Migos
If a n---- knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole
The trap always open, b---- we ain’t never closed
We movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos

Step one, Step two, do my dance in this b----
Got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this b----
Mane she keep on bitchin’, all that naggin’ and s---
Hoe shut the f--- up and jus’ gag on this d---
I’m a side n----, and I love when she swallow
If a n---- say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
That glizzy, knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin’ on ya b----, they call me Johnny Bravo
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class
My b---- is real skinny but she got a lot of a--
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag

I ain’t gon’ say too much when a n---- speakin’ on that hot s---
F--- the police, ’cause them b------ ain’t gon’ stop s---
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest n---- in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil n---- you a lobster
Bullets hit a n---- up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shoutout to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas

All up in the party, you know we keep them carbons
Bring a n---- chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins
I love Batman, but a young n---- robbin’
Firework show, ’cause my n----- get to sparklin’
I’m a hot head, I’ll crash any second
He speakin’ on who? Send his b---- a-- to heaven
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11’s
My n----- they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them 7’s
Why you investigating me? ‘Cause I don’t know a thing
And I’ma always keep a solid ’cause I’ll never sang
You know I’m Shotta Fam, I always rep the gang
He kept on dissin’ so a n---- had to snatch his brain

Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n---- brain)
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that n---- brain)
I had to make it rain (make that motha f---- rain)
R. Kelly let that f-----’ choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)