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song lyrics White Girls lyrics [Cam Ron: Intro] KILLA! Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick...... Had her wifed up........that s what s in and shit ya dig? [Cam Ron: Verse 1] Yo she took me out my stinkin aces, to the pinkest bracelet Basics to basics, no way you could think I m racist Got a white girl, tell you that she s quite thorough Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?) From Columbia, then she moved to Canada Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her Met her in 90, jayvel was the damager ?? I wasn t understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her That was confusing her, he was abusing her That wasn t new to her, bought me a Luger brah Of course of course, never had intercourse Of course of course, without her wouldn t of been a boss I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?) Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!) Swam in the ocean, I was dishin pirannas That s my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor [HOOK] POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID [Cam Ron: Verse 2] My pride and joy, I call her butter When she bake a cake, we ll be lovers She live with me right, I hide her from my mother see she wouldn t understand I m supplyin the gutta I let my baby hang outside with the brothers Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers Shot 5 with a sucka, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, won t get a dime for my butter That s my holy ma-momma, second only to ganja But I did watch her, played Tony Montana Here s a queeeeeelo, yep she ll be back For them peso s, yep she ll be crack Rocks so bright, money so right I got 7 workers, she s Snow White And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze Killa Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs AND, and it s.........IT S THEM BOYS WE GET DOUGH ASK A FIEND CAUSE THEY KNOW AND, and...........DON T BE SHY WHERE TO LIE YESSIRY WE GET HIGH FA SHO, DIPSET...............LET S RIDE [HOOK X3] [Cam Ron: Verse 3] KILLA! McGoo said that the bird s the word But the fur byrd gang flip bird s on curbs And, it s ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy Phoney s clone me, calm down I m only money Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi Living Martin s dream as I burn a hemi Not concerned with many, got my girl here When it come to money, shit I m burning plenty [HOOK] song lyrics