Letras Cameras - Lil Wayne, Allan Cubas

Cameras

Uh, I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat
I’m in Miami
I’m in the water
Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski
I turned her Camry to a Ferrari
Before I fucked her
Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga
She say she ticklish
She get her clit tickled
Make her pussy lips giggle
Figured this shit out at a young age
Tell the opp I’m unfazed
Put you on the front page
I got niggas that’ll take you out for 1K
One thing for sure, two things for certainly
You pussy niggas be irkin' me
That’s why I get higher than Mercury
She only take her mask off when she slurpin' me
Uh, yeah
Don’t jump in that water if you ain’t with the swimmin'
Don’t open your mouth if you ain’t at the dentist
Don’t shoot at the ground and complain about missin'
I’m smokin' that loud, but the Draco be whisperin'
I got a silencer on it
You just hear pew pew pew pew pew
Put a bug in your ear
The size of a hornet
Grind from the mornin', to the next mornin'
Lay the money down, then have sex on it
Yeah
Fuck a broke nigga, flex on 'em
Brand new cocaine, never stepped on
Ball like Rogaine, nigga that’s ballin'
Bought her nice things, nigga I spoiled her
Bust down white thing lookin' like Tartar
All this rose on, lookin' like a Garden, nigga
Yeah, Jordan nigga
Keep that Tommy with me like I’m Martin, nigga
I ain’t spittin', I’m barfin' nigga
I ain’t litty, I’m Arson nigga
Woah
They want the lights and the cameras
But they wasn’t 'bout all the action (Woah)
She love the lights and the cameras
She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)
I flew her out from Atlanta
Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)
It’s goin' down when them bands up
She throw it back like a classic
I can’t get caught up in past shit
Turn my regrets into ashes
I put a AP in the casket
They runnin' this shit
No Patrick
Look I ain’t in need of no passes
Chiefin' on gas
We ain’t the same
No we ain’t gon' match it
Never been average
Walk into Saks Fifth
Uh, I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat
I’m in Miami
I’m in the water
Bad bitch booty hangin' off of the Jet Ski
I turned her Camry to a Ferrari
Before I fucked her
Woah
I turned her Camry to a Ferrari
Before I fucked her
Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga
Before I fucked her
Bitch stop playin' with a rich nigga
Woah
They want the lights and the cameras
But they wasn’t 'bout all the action (Woah)
She love the lights and the cameras
She wants it aggressive not passive (Woah)
I flew her out from Atlanta
Wildin' out, baby a savage (Woah)
It’s goin' down when them bands up
She throw it back like a classic
I can’t get caught up in past shit
Turn my regrets into ashes
I put a AP in the casket
They runnin' this shit
No Patrick
Look I ain’t in need of no passes
Chiefin' on gas
We ain’t the same
No we ain’t gon' match it
Never been average
Walk into Saks Fifth
I’ma go stupid on this Pi’erre beat
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)