Every f*cking morning I thank god for when I wake
Provolone, mozzarella stacking cheese all on my plate
Line jumping to the front remember when I used to wait
Now the world, is my masterpiece a canvas I create
Another day I wake and bake then count the money in my safe
And always knew the world was dangerous so today I go and take
From everyone of you bitches that try yo best to 'ceal my fate
But you don't come close, I'm living life in the fast lane
Got the crib so big, I got to have my people over
With my friends I'm not a loner
But I'm still a damn stoner
Candy flippin off the rocks and I ain't talking Russell Stover
Say I'm dancing with the devil
Got my head, on a sweivel
Bitches try to bring me down I'm floating on another level
Flying down 26th, I put my pedal to the metal
Pop up on me get yo bell rung, and I ain't talking kettle
Got my safety off the nine, headshot Eric Weddle
Bitch I'm not a blood I bang red Houston rockets
Say you out here cashing out but I'm the one with deep pockets
Conserving weed and money so we burn one out the socket
I be rapping from the heart and soul you pussy faggots mock it
And try to tell me what I can and can't write you should stop it
And see the moves I'm making I'm just out here tryna profit
Camcuddy - The World Lyrics
Camcuddy - The World Lyrics
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Every f*cking morning I thank god for when I wake
Provolone, mozzarella stacking cheese all on my plate
Line jumping to the front remember when I used to wait
Now the world, is my masterpiece a canvas I create
Another day I wake and bake then count the money in my safe
And always knew the world was dangerous so today I go and take
From everyone of you bitches that try yo best to 'ceal my fate
But you don't come close, I'm living life in the fast lane
Got the crib so big, I got to have my people over
With my friends I'm not a loner
But I'm still a damn stoner
Candy flippin off the rocks and I ain't talking Russell Stover
Say I'm dancing with the devil
Got my head, on a sweivel
Bitches try to bring me down I'm floating on another level
Flying down 26th, I put my pedal to the metal
Pop up on me get yo bell rung, and I ain't talking kettle
Got my safety off the nine, headshot Eric Weddle
Bitch I'm not a blood I bang red Houston rockets
Say you out here cashing out but I'm the one with deep pockets
Conserving weed and money so we burn one out the socket
I be rapping from the heart and soul you pussy faggots mock it
And try to tell me what I can and can't write you should stop it
And see the moves I'm making I'm just out here tryna profit
Provolone, mozzarella stacking cheese all on my plate
Line jumping to the front remember when I used to wait
Now the world, is my masterpiece a canvas I create
Another day I wake and bake then count the money in my safe
And always knew the world was dangerous so today I go and take
From everyone of you bitches that try yo best to 'ceal my fate
But you don't come close, I'm living life in the fast lane
Got the crib so big, I got to have my people over
With my friends I'm not a loner
But I'm still a damn stoner
Candy flippin off the rocks and I ain't talking Russell Stover
Say I'm dancing with the devil
Got my head, on a sweivel
Bitches try to bring me down I'm floating on another level
Flying down 26th, I put my pedal to the metal
Pop up on me get yo bell rung, and I ain't talking kettle
Got my safety off the nine, headshot Eric Weddle
Bitch I'm not a blood I bang red Houston rockets
Say you out here cashing out but I'm the one with deep pockets
Conserving weed and money so we burn one out the socket
I be rapping from the heart and soul you pussy faggots mock it
And try to tell me what I can and can't write you should stop it
And see the moves I'm making I'm just out here tryna profit
Writer: Cameron Cudd
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