K Camp – Guts

Download another hot new mp3 free audio song by K Camp and this amazing music is titled “Guts”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his newly released album which is titled ‘FLOAT’.

 

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K Camp – Guts Lyrics

[Intro]

(Section 8, you straight cookin’ motherfucker)

 

[Chorus: K CAMP]

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks

And the next thing you know, I was in her guts

Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak (Hey, hey)

You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks

Counted up again and I counted up again

And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough

I done came up, they don’t like that shit

Still poppin’ my shit, you don’t like it, so what?

I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the Northside

I’ma push it, I’ma go and hit the clutch

Even though you suck good dick and that ass real fat

You got blocked ’cause you do too much

Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in thе cut

I can tell you wanna be a barbie

You donе with your lips, now you workin’ on your titties and your— (Yeah)

 

[Post-Chorus: K CAMP]

All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight

Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)

All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me

Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a buster, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a—

 

[Verse 1: K CAMP]

What you tell ’em?

Yeah, you know the bitch is a airhead

I be droppin’ bombs over Baghdad, yeah (Yeah)

Now I do it big like Khaled

I remember sleepin’ on a palate, yeah (Yeah)

If you want the pressure you can have it

Told shawty hit me on the gadget, yeah, (Pull up)

Had to put the foreign in traffic

Wintertime, Fendi on the jacket, yeah (Damn)

Hell yeah, figured out a loophole

Say you gettin’ money, nigga kudos, ooh, ooh

Fuck ’em in a group that’s a duo

Shawty real sweet like a churro, ooh, ooh

I remember eatin’ Ramen noodles

Shit I still eat the noodles, ooh, ooh

Traded the Porsche for a two-door

My left wrist colder than Pluto, ooh

 

[Chorus: K CAMP]

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks

And the next thing you know, I was in her guts

Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak (Hey, hey)

You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks

Counted up again and I counted up again

And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough

I done came up, they don’t like that shit

Still poppin’ my shit, you don’t like it, so what?

I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the Northside

I’ma push it, I’ma go and hit the clutch

Even though you suck good dick and that ass real fat

You got blocked ’cause you do too much

Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut

I can tell you wanna be a barbie

You done with your lips, now you workin’ on your titties and your— (Yeah)

 

[Post-Chorus: K CAMP & True Story Gee]

All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight

Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)

All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me

Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a buster, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a— (Ooh, ooh, fuck nigga)

 

[Verse 2: True Story Gee]

Stackin’ up the money, shawty, you are not important

And I done loaded up on sticks like I’m ’bout to got to war (Brr)

Everything I rock be custom, I don’t go into stores

They ain’t lookin’ for no vibe, if they play I’ma slide

Made lil’ shawty touch her toes, she know I’m somewhere with the bros

And I don’t really like to brag, I gotta whole ‘lotta cash

Put some paper on your head like a temporary tag

Now your face on a shirt, your whole family gotta wear it

Your hoe is my hoe, got bags in the Tahoe

I pop too much shit, I cannot be embarrassed

Ran up a whole lotta money, why they start actin’ funny?

I don’t know, if it’s smoke, I’ma clear it

My diamonds dance, it’s just water, I swear

I done came from the dirt, bitch, I look like a check

Rockin’ Cartier, I can’t fuck with you for real

I never showed you where I live, but you down at the 12 (Lil’ bitch)

 

[Chorus: K CAMP]

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks

And the next thing you know, I was in her guts

Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak (Hey, hey)

You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks

Counted up again and I counted up again

And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough

I done came up, they don’t like that shit

Still poppin’ my shit, you don’t like it, so what?

I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the Northside

I’ma push it, I’ma go and hit the clutch

Even though you suck good dick and that ass real fat

You got blocked ’cause you do too much

Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut

I can tell you wanna be a barbie

You done with your lips, now you workin’ on your titties and your— (Yeah)

 

[Post-Chorus: K CAMP]

All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight

Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)

All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me

Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a buster, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a bitch

That’s a trait of a—

 

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