I.B.S. - Cam'ron

Letra de I.B.S., canción donde Cam'ron interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Killa Season. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de Cam'ron no te pierdas este single llamado I.B.S., no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra I.B.S. - Cam'ron

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Lemme tell y'all a lil story about
myself This right here is a true story,
check it out though (Verse 1) Ulcers
hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my
culture no fallacy You know my attitude,
arrogant, cocky rude Eatin off papi
food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed
two-twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy
I become berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin off my
undershirt The pain was no comparison,
stomach started cherishin Throwin up in
public, yo fu*kit, it was embarrassin
Regurgitatin, green, yellow, burgundy,
Boom But came my urgency soon, (what)
the emergency room (oh) In there, no
salvage, treated like a cold savage They
said pimpin symptoms, huh, a dope
addicts There you have it, but they
ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope,
just weed, but that's my medicine
(Chorus) My baby mama, mama, and my
grandma Say that I'm too gordy (too
gordy), word to my blue maurys This is a
true story I got stomach pain, don't
matter sun or rain Thought that it went
away, uh oh, here it come again (Verse
2) Never mind stuntin, dime puffin, doc
spent his time frontin He like a bad
detective, he ain't find nuttin Besides
that though, I can't enjoy a movie,
dinner (why is that?) My son growin up,
I'm lookin like the movie thinner I'm
thinkin suicide, do or die, sit and cry
(oh) What hurt my baby moms askin if I'm
gettin high (what the fu*kyou talkin
about?) She gonna play me a thug, I told
the lady I love If it ain't hustlin ma,
please don't relate me to drugs (at all)
I'm loosin weight though, everyday
pounds and muscles Gotta get off my ass,
hit some towns and hustle Bein sick,
huh, it get sickenin you know I was too
sick to do shows, but still equipped to
move O's You know my attitude, get it
how I get it If I can shoot, I turn
around (then) I'm off my pivot And oops,
I thought I had it mapped Weight started
to gain again, it was just a game my
friend Dame mane I pained again (Chorus)
(Verse 3) Ay yo, god body, I'm hard
bodied, word mommy, vanishin Hadda go
low, the male clinic, Minnesota I
couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard
place For me, that's a odd place, I'm
only here by God's grace Like a lab rat,
them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR,
CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy,
inoscopy, I be stressed (I be stressed)
The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's
irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it
y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my
fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it,
get it, get it? Letra I.B.S. Lyrics
Insertada: Anonimo

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