2200 Lyrics – Cuddy Camaro

2200 Lyrics by Cuddy Camaro

Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the winner circle
First off you don’t mess with the gang
Feeling naked when i take off my chain

Getting looks when i’m whipping the range
Taking over and i’m making a change
I care for my own
Getting my momma and papa a home

Call me the baker, i’m stacking the dough
Pushing the pin that’s just how i roll, yeah
I stir up a crowd and i surf it
I bring what you hide to the surface

And once it get real, you get nervous
The album be hot like a furnacе (hot)
Goodyear rubber be burning (skrrt)
Mixing thе pot i be churning (yeah)

Top speed when i’m turning
Young bull still learning
Pressure make diamonds
That’s why i’m shining, yeah yeah

You cannot find me
I been up grinding, yeah yeah
Get out my zone
If i don’t know you then leave us alone

Must be important when i pick up the phone
Money talking through the dialing tones, hello?
You gotta know when to bounce
Saying what’s good to the gang and i’m out

You passing away when you live on the couch
Everybody tryna peak in the pouch, damn
See me in space with elon
Feel like we been living for eons

Inside of my whip is some neon
And they worried about what i be on
Quarantine ain’t stopping nothing
I been up getting money and hustling

Turning up like a drinking russian
Think again if you think about touching
Whew it’s bussin’
If you caught bluffing

You get a concussion
Cuddy
First off you don’t mess with the gang
Feeling naked when i take off my chain

Getting looks when i’m whipping the range
Taking over and i’m making a change
I care for my own
Getting my momma and papa a home

Call me the baker, i’m stacking the dough
Pushing the pin that’s just how i roll, yeah
I stir up a crowd and i surf it
I bring what you hide to the surface

And once it get real, you get nervous
The album be hot like a furnace (hot)
Goodyear rubber be burning (skrrt)
Mixing the pot i be churning (yeah)

Top speed when i’m turning
Young bull still learning
They switching up more than the seasons
Imma pleaser so i don’t be teasing

My son and my daughter my reason
Politicians committing some treason
Cash flow is the way that i cope
Critics too busy jotting down notes

You can’t get to my crib there’s a moat
Less you cool with a plane or a boat
Keeping track of my income
Flipping through all these bands with a blue thumb, mhm

Come and try and do some
You get whooped and dropped like a bass drum, mhm
I don’t even need no help
Got to it and i did it myself

I been maximizing up the wealth
Now i’m feeling the best i ever felt
First off you don’t mess with the gang
Feeling naked when i take off my chain

Getting looks when i’m whipping the range
Taking over and i’m making a change
I care for my own
Getting my momma and papa a home

Call me the baker, i’m stacking the dough
Pushing the pin that’s just how i roll, yeah
I stir up a crowd and i surf it
I bring what you hide to the surface

And once it get real, you get nervous
The album be hot like a furnace (hot)
Goodyear rubber be burning (skrrt)
Mixing the pot i be churning (yeah)

Top speed when i’m turning
Young bull still learning
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Cuddy Camaro Lyrics – 2200

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