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Maino

Lights Camera Action

 

Lights Camera Action

(album: K.O.B. (King Of Brooklyn) - 2014)


[Intro Maino:]
This shit'll bust a nigga
I don't think you understand where it is we come from
I'm talking about nothing nigga
No money in our pockets and the refrigerator's empty
Now it's lobster and steak and zero mileage on the Bentleys
We coming for niggas' spots man
We ain't never settling for this shit

[Hook Troy Ave:]
Lights camera action (say cheese)
I'm flashy and cashing (moneys)
Greedy women lapping
It's the laws of attraction (powder)
Lights camera action (say cheese)
I'm flashy and cashing (moneys)
Greedy women lapping
It's the laws of attraction (powder)
Getting dough (powder)
Pure and slow (powder)
You already know (powder)

[Verse 1 Maino:]
I was born a king
I'm a die a God
My tattoos tell a story that's behind my scars
Hanging out of the phantom screaming the world is ours
Fell asleep then I woke up inside a ménage
Dream chasing these bitches begging for penetration
Niggas hating but they really just want me to save 'em
Can't take it, these niggas ain't really who they claim
These boys different, they club snitching who can I blame?
Ghetto baby I had to make it with few choices
Now I'm posing for pictures standing on Rolls-Royces
I was chosing, money throwing, these strippers open
[?] golden
King of Brooklyn, killas love me, thugs salute me
Got some old school shooters that call they hammers toolies
My life a movie, lights cameras and action
You think it's rap til my homie pass me the Mac-10

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Meek Mill:]
I was born a slave
I'm a die a king
Red beams bout that ass then it's badda bing
I heard niggas talking [?] not a thing
Whipping white like I'm tryna get revenge for Rodney King
In the kitchen whipping up the yams 'til the stove break
Pistol whip a nigga with the seven 'til the nose break
You ain't never turned a made man into a closed case
Headshot, blow his brains out, rip his whole face
Momma can't identify
Dreamchasers enterprise
Nigga this the genocide
Kids letting semis fly
I did this shit too many times
Put me on any side
I'm making niggas minimize
Mac hit em fifty times, whoa!

[Hook]

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