F Outta Here - Cam'Ron

Uhh, uhh

Your bullshit, I ain’t in the mood for it, mama

So through the sunroof of the coupe where I holla

I never get used to this guala

I grew up on anything that was 2 for a dollar

Blunted with some hash

Because I stunted on my past, fronted on the cash

Every car I bought in the last ten years had two hunnid on the dash (What else

please?)

Your baby mother been labeled a hoe

All my niggas they say she the GOAT

Call her cocaine, 'cause she was able to blow

I ran through her like The 6, I made her say «woah!»

I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)

No, this is not a surprise

You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries

All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies

(«Fuck outta here» vocal sample x6)

I had some tough luck with dice

But left tucked up the ice

Then ordered some duck and rice

I ain’t nothing nice

Shorty, 21, said I’m the love of her life

Girl, stay away from me, I will fuck up your life

Shit

The mall dame is my ball game

Aw mayne, he’s buyin' denim from Balmain

Two G’s, the small change, they all lames

Beef by taking the ten, I call names

I’m a piece of work but I’m feeding the streets some work

Need some work?

Come and meet me, homie

We can meet the first

Swallow your pride, you wouldn’t be the first

Your girlfriend need a purse, her girlfriend need it worse (Woah)

I see the hate in your rhymes (Oh, you mad?)

No, this is not a surprise

You a chicken nugget nigga with salt on the fries

All you do is drink, gamble and come up with lies

(«Fuck outta here» vocal sample)