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weeeee jake and camp make son (Yayyyyyyy, wait, son? WHAT THE HELL-) lyrics by Campingfish9 feat. LilJKJakeTheGoodOldDays

(Verse 1: LilJK)

Don’t mind the title, camp meant song, not to make an actual creature

I am like an iron spider in a football game, and look at how my impenetrable feet work

I pace this shit like it’s fast and furious

I am like a detective, when there is a car crash, man’s curious

Hating on us? Boi, that’s unreasonable

We are some of the best among regional

When I am in a fight, Blud (blood) is all over the place

For a second, thought this shit was in world war 2, back in the sober ol’ days

When all them motherfuckers were in lockdown

Hater ain’t hot garbage, they be lookin like some hot clown

Not in a good way, but they possibly were just kidding

If they ain’t, they should deal with it, or you guys should just fuck living!

(Verse 2: Camp)

In progress

Back with Lil Jake, pass the pills mate

Still got love for the streets, rap like Still Dre

I dream for big paychecks, lavish hills wait

Mansion, call it ‘upper house’, passin’ bills mate

Fashion spilled late, the Met Gala looks like

Ash and silk draped on plastered, still faces. But if

That’s what the world believes, I couldn’t lie, I wouldn’t mind

Dressing that way if the outcome was servin’ me

(Verse 3: LilJK)

Suicidal
Happiness hopefully didn’t make it to the final
I’ve been thinkin’ of the rifle
Fuck the trial
Of being the best
I might even suggest
Live your life to the best
Not to be obsessed
Now I won’t live life like a test!
This shit is a comeback

I like being competitive, but like i said. FUCK THAT!