La Bomba Lyrics - Cam'ron

(Cam'ron) 

My paper yes my paper 

Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater 

Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker 

Try play us your whole crew will be price payers 

Knife waver gat tooter life taker 

Nice flavor real fruity like Cly Davis 

Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it 

I been rich since I was 20 bitch 

Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money clip 

This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger 

Im the reason true but the reason she breezing thru 

She aint smart she wanna part and kill the season too 

Get her an audition and I'm in a motition 

I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision 

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(Chorus: Cam'ron) 

Come to our parties 

They drinking that more Bacardi 

The music is hard body 

They puffing that Bob Marley 

That jonga 

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba 

(Cam'ron) 

Like fry chicken they winging ock 

Me I'm bringing guap 

I aint sell enough records to have the things I got 

First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot 

Let me stop thses niggas like to sing a lot 

Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop 

Aint no trouble asking 

I'm in the bubble flashing 

Walther P.P.K 380 double action 

Played the restaurant 

In the east Saint Lawerance 

Patented leather, black and decker 

Did your girl played your ark 

Like the 45 I pop and dump her 

Hung up she called me back tried to block her number 

She could not get dumber 

In the winter blocks in summer 

Your son my little man, Your pops my runner 

He washed the whip, said yall alliance is gone 

The he pulled out a wrench and turned the hydrant on 

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(Chorus: Cam'ron) 

Come to our parties 

They drinking that more Bacardi 

The music is hard body 

They puffing that Bob Marley 

That jonga 

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba 

I can lomba (la la la bomba) 

Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba) 

(Vado) 

Im so cool plus speak high 

You dont even hear the room when i breeze by 

I see why SLR me and gy 

Can't stop hit the horn at least three times 

They like who that 

Nigga we that 

40th to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at 

Here take this raw too finish then you read that 

Banana clips sweep 

Six feet where you sleep at 

Nigga believe that 

That short change leave that 

You don't need a g-pack 

The whole thing we keep that 

So what's goodie 

Black suede and hoodies 

No chain I seen more bang bangs than boogie 

(HAA) Yea I straight aim it fully 

And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully 

Yea this kid is the truth 

I said killa fuck the cars just give me the booth 

(Chorus: Cam'ron) 

Come to our parties 

They drinking that more Bacardi 

The music is hard body 

They puffing that Bob Marley 

That jonga 

The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba 

I can lomba (la la la bomba) 

Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)