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The Game – Camera Phone [lyrics]

Picture me and my gangsta girl, riding with the top back.
Bangin Ne-Yo, my neck freeyo, my sox hat,
Tilted to the side like you know I get my grind on.
Get my shine on.
Jewelry Black in all rhinestones.
Rims spinning like a globe, on these low pros.
Do it big cause I’m supposed to floss,
And that’s the reason she break me off.
Cause I’m gangsta,
And I’m ridin with…

Ne-Yo, it’s a thug and a gentleman.
Rollin like a boss through,
No matter the cost too,
Kept tryin to brag, what? money not a issue.
Don’t let your girl see us.
That might make her diss you.
Cause if she roll with us,
She won’t even miss you.

Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack,
Before it hit the ground she throw it back.
When I make it rain that’s chump change,
That pay for the 26 on my range range range drive drive,
Take the wheel while I roll and slide,
Climb over to the passenger side and freeze.

And once again it’s on,
You should take a picture with your camera phone.
Playa she not comin home,
And if I’m on her screen saver, that, that mean later we gone.
If I let her take a picture,
She gonna roll with me.
If I let her take a picture,
She gonna roll with me.
If I let her take a picture
She gonna roll with me,
Gonna roll with me,
Gonna roll with me.

If you don’t know by now baby I’m a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In my phantom, in my rover, bangin…

Ne-Yo, it’s a thug and a gentleman.
She ain’t never rolled in a car with da suicide,
Girl when it’s you and I, they commitin suicide.
All of them want, my girl.
Cause she pretty and thick in the thighs.
Homie don’t mastermind,
Do a song with suicide.

She call me Jay, I call her B,
We gettin married, to the streets.
I’m chasin money, she chasin me.
I’m right where I wanna be,
With da B on my bentley,
Da horse on my lambo,
Crown on my cadalac,
Checks on my air max.
Haters, better fall back,
Before I put somin in your ball cap.
That’s my chick, I got her back like a bra strap.
Cause she fine and she cute,
She think she all that, and she all that.
That’s my girl that’s my world,

Game can you take a picture?
Ne-Yo can you take a picture?
We’ve been waitin all night, just to take a picture with you.
Game can you take a picture?
Ne-Yo can you take a picture?
We’ve been waitin all night, just to take a picture with you.

Grab da wheel take control,
And let your hair blow inside my lambo.
Pull out ya phone, picture that.
Take it home let ya man know I’m hitin that.
While I’m hitin that,
She send it back,
She drop it low,
We about to blow.
Me and N-E-dash-Y-O yo girl know.
She so ciara,
So eve,
So mariah,
So Be,
She so Trina,
I’m R kelly,
She remind me of my goldies.
I’m cooly high, I’m cochi,
She a 34 D, I’m so pleased.
I’m so so def, she so janet,
I’m JD and she full of me.
In da H2 we fold deep through the NYC off no sleep.
I hate to drive but I break it wide,
When I’m ridin with my shawty.
I’d kidnap her and neva take her home,
Ridin off bangin ne-yo sittin on chrome,
In that mazaradi, see the paparazi,
They (flick flick flick)… she gone.

Woooahhohh

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