Cam'ron - Season 7 Freestyle Lyrics

 Cam'ron - Season 7 Freestyle Lyrics

Sheep coat, mittens to match my girl's Chanel boots

You come around me, you see jewelry, smell coupes

In a drop top, the top drop, it fell, oops

'Cause I had more keys than any janitor belt loop

Let's talk about it, vehicles, jets, boats, skis

Veteran, these vegetarians ain't getting no cheese

Bitch said I'm rude, self-centered, I'm like, "Ho, please, I'm all that"

Yeah, she called back, baby, won't leave

"Why you put up with me?" I'm talking directly to her

'Cause I'm a fly nigga, still wear a car like a fur

I spin the block, it's a blur, my coke make you stop and just slur

But if it's a rock you prefer, I bought a pot and I stir

Stir, I'm talking wrist game, whip game

Slinging crack, "Bring It Back" is my nickname

Sweet Cie, Leonardo, talking 'bout DiCaprio

I will take a supermodel, turn her to her happy ho

Shout to Stetsasonic, baby girl, call me daddy-yo

400K in furniture, that's just on the patio

I don't do the chatty-patties, I will pull the ratty gladly

Get burned with this radiator, ask you say, "I'm baddy, yo"

West Side Harlem nigga, hung in El Barrio

You can ask Dave, Rox, Skee, the homie Gary

Or the Genovese crime family, Mark Raymario

Only Black nigga eight in rails, Pleasant Avenue

But y'all know I'm Lenox Avenue, that's facts and true

They love me like they love Boosie in Baton Rouge

Another level of this money, honey, had to tap into

Who better than the kid from Harlem, baby, is what I'm asking you?

Now she want eye contact, steady flirting

Lollipop in her mouth, the girl steady slurping

Told me her head was fire, shit, I said, "You certain?"

She said, "I'm certain," yeah, right, bet a Birkin

Got on her knees, can't lie, her neck was working

I'm 'bout to bust, grabbed her hair, now I had him jerking

She smiled, sheesh, I respect the smirking

But I told her, "My nut made you a better person"

Pounce, that's my bitch, we play like that

And my bitch got a bitch, bitch, we play like that

You don't like my lifestyle, I'm okay with that

We from two different times, you never seen a Betamax

I had a trunk full of raw, hah, you can't relate to that

Only thing your mama could do is pray you make it back

It's all good, fam, though, I'm 'bout to write a paperback

These my maneuvers, I'm not what you're used to

I was up 5 a.m. selling dope with the roosters

Now I got the book deal, Simon, Schuster

That's what I like to hear, they don't like me out of fear

Yeah, I heard you loud and clear, don't worry, I'm out of here

Y'all faking, I'm baking, baby, like granny's casserole

Bad man, your bad hand, you had to fold

Me and her was on Canal Street with a bag of gold

But I ain't have a car yet, I had to put a cab on hold

The cab company knew Harlem a new way

I told 01, "It's gonna be a new day"

Now I'm on the throughway, Shook playing 2K

Me, I'm sheet shopping for Donna Fogata duvets

Wells Fargo then hit Chase

Bank of America, ten homes in six states

I ain't here to dictate, but shout to all the inmates

And bad bitches looking at the video with this face

Or home doing this dance

Bracelets, watches, to me they just wristbands

Somebody get Cam', I'm leaning like a kickstand

Shooter named Britt, we call him Brett, he the hitman

We don't leave no witnesses, we ain't doing scrimmages

So tell me what the business is

Y'all turned me into this

Flee, no hot wings, but I'm blue cheesing

You grieving, welcome back, new season