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作詞：Gene Elliott Jr Thornton, Terrance Thornton, P Williams
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you?
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
You are now listenin' to the all time phenomenal
Used to bag work in V.A. at the Econo Lo'
Now I'm layin' out at the Delano though
But don't get it twisted the Uzi's in the linin' though
Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though
Such a scary thing to hear the soul sing Geronimo
Pull up in the CL the shit's astronomical
Hoes linin' up on the curb they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fuckin' LeBron but shit I don't know
Like that Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-naked on the balcony at the Dolla-no
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell'll know
The hair shop bitch from D.C. hey P, let 'em know
Yeah, that bitch was hot, yeah yeah, but it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeenie, meenie, miny-moe
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you?
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Damn, mami good down to the cuticles
I'm Cam, what's your name beautiful?
Like man I could get used to you
Or the ram, if you knew what I used to do
But call me uncle yeah, uncle Cam
I tax 'em, like who? Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam where niggas bundle gram
From below you tumble get murked on the humble
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And the gat on the belt on the hip
And I keep a Pharrell with the Clipse
Drive a hard bargain, I'm Harlem's only Gagarin
Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied
I know ya moms well, tell ya mother hi
I'm the other guy that got ya mother high
Coke like a caterpillar, I make butterfly
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you?
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
Goddamn the boy's back
For pushin' a mountain of snowcaps to avoidin' the 'Kojak'
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancin' with the stars steppin' on blow doin' the toe tap
The dope return like I had it on Lo-Jack
It made its way home like a road map, I fathered this
If I mislead any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long I exist
Generation lost, they sayin' they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord like Saturday Night Fever
I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
Whether watchin' for the Feds or avoidin' the Grim Reaper
We're deeper than rap, money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation but it keep comin' back
Money stacked to the ceilin' just as quick as it dispense
Who knew them comments meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it's too late all I can tell 'em is repent
Mami you miss me don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me don't you?
You should call me uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeye's eatin' chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at ya uncle
I understand I'm back by popular demand
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