K CAMP – Rare Film Lyrics

You been trying to get a bag, me too
Want to turn up and brag, me too
You a hustler, I’m a hustler
You just want to count a few racks pop tags, me too
Want Chanel on your rag, me too
Shawty like how I rock and I move
Pop shit together show ’em how its done you ain’t going out sad, me too, for real

We gon’ show ’em how to get this money though
Yeah, yeah

Posted in the cut can I roll it up
Let her count it up Kush got us stuck
You’ve been thinking nuts I don’t wanna rush
Love it when you fuss look and me and bust
Can we stay in touch falling for your touch
You’ve been acting tough can tell you wanna blush
Grabbing on your butt grabbing on your thighs
Grabbing on your tittes, love it when we fuck
She be on chill status on kill
Let a nigga see it Let a nigga feel
Fly you right to me girl you know I will
Rolling up a spliffy tryna get mills
Shawty got a cold heart I might steal
Yeah shes broken no she can’t heal
Oh I gotta block em out I can’t hear em
Do you want to join me in this film
Let’s make a movie, facts

Let’s make a movie

Can we stay in touch? Falling for your touch
You’ve been acting tough can tell you wanna blush
Grabbing on your butt, grabbing on your thighs
Grabbing on your tittes, love it when we fuck
She be on chill status on kill
Let a nigga see it Let a nigga feel
Fly you right to me girl you know I will
Rolling up a spliffy tryna get mills

Let’s go

I’m in motion that pussy top notch
Love it when I swim
On your body the vibe hit different
We are not like them
Fuck in public, we fuck in private, she know that I’m him
All my old hoes they get jealous cry in my DM’s

We can go viral we can take it up
You ain’t even falling for the shit he making up
They ain’t even notice all the shit I’m shaking up
Boss nigga first place ya’ll boys runner up
Shawty wanna kick it with the boy punter up
Know he ain’t gang wanna be one of us
I know you been hurt and its hard for you to trust
And hard for me to love but its easy to lust
Let’s make a movie

Yeah, let’s make a movie

You been trying to get a bag, me too
You a hustle, I’m a hustler
You just want to count a few racks pop tags, me too
Want Chanel on your rag, me too
Pop shit together, show ’em how its done, you ain’t going out sad, me too, for real

Yeah, yeah
Let’s make a movie