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Artist: Yung Baby Tate
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CAMP
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CAMP
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Pack, pack, pack
Let me pack my things
I gotta go away
And when I come back, back, back
I’ll be back with queens
No overthrowing me
‘Cus my crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody round me killin’ it, killin’ it
Glittered in gold
Extra extra watch somebody turn just like a post
These hoes not doin’ enough that’s why they tell us we doin’ the most
So we go to C-A-M-P
Don’t you wanna get away with me
We can go to a place so free where
You can be, who you, wanna be
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be
Pop, pop, pop
Poppin’ down?
Just like I always do
Over the top, top, top
Tryna reach the sky
I got the perfect view
‘Cus my crown goes all the way down to my toes
Everybody round me killin’ it, killin’ it
Glittered in gold
Extra extra watch somebody turn just like a post
These hoes not doin’ enough that’s why they tell us we doin’ the most
So we go to C-A-M-P
Don’t you wanna get away with me
We can go to a place so free where
You can be, who you, wanna be
You can be, who you, wanna be
At C-A-M-P
You can be, who you, wanna be
Ay
I wanna be extra, extra
I wanna be flexed up when I dress up
I wanna be so damn fly
That when I come by
Everybody need a heads up
Tell ‘em move like Ludacris
When I stepped in the room
They said Who is this?
Whats she wearing and where did she get it?
I said don’t worry about it because you can’t fit it
Everything on me custom, Balmain bustiers bust down
Hair to my toes, it’s called platinum
It’s hard to achieve in these platforms
I’m ten feet tall walking over all y’all hoes
I stand out, y’all bitches like Waldo
Blending I can’t find you
Oh you wanna do it how I do
‘Cus I’m so
Camp
Please
Pack it up
And ain’t a damn thing
About me, average, oh
C-A-M-P
Don’t you wanna get away with me
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be at
C-A-M-P
Don’t you wanna get away with me
Wanna go to a place so free
You can be, who you, wanna be
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