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Lavish
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Lavish was released on December 17, 2023 by Camp Ca$h as a part of the album 3rd Eye Open: Level 3
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Release DateDecember 17, 2023
LabelCamp Ca$h
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jontel Hackett
Jontel Hackett
Songwriter
Kevin Hackett Jr.
Kevin Hackett Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Livin' lavish over here, don't try to fuck it up
You could fade away right now, don't really give a fuck
Even if we ain't together, I still wish you luck
I got court next month, I'm tryin' my best to impress the judge
I could shoot it with my left or right, just pick which one
Camp Ca$h bring the biggest smoke, hope you got extra lungs
Don't want no crazy baby mama, but I want a son
Leave that drama for the birds, I'm into collectin' funds
White plug, like Slim Shady, my lil bitch head game go so crazy
Call the shots like Tom Brady, I swear the lil chit-chat shit don't phase me
Pop my shit on the daily, everything I rock real nothin' fugazi
Unc went fed like Navy, I seen it firsthand how the streets just play you
I'm a real billionaire, boy, you can't get in this club, only real members only
Rather be somewhere on a island with my feet kicked up, but I'm ridin' down stoney
**** don't put in that work like me, you can even go ask my homies
Too worried about chasin' that paper, forgot whole time, my stomach was hungry
These **** was broke during COVID, they was goin' outside to go smash and grab
My coat like 1300, if you get it offline you ain't gotta check the tags
That's just on a slight tip and I got the hat that match, I don't even mean to brag
Livin' lavish over here, don't try to fuck it up
You could fade away right now, don't really give a fuck
Even if we ain't together, I still wish you luck
I got court next month, I'm tryin' my best to impress the judge
I could shoot it with my left or right, just pick which one
Camp Ca$h bring the biggest smoke, hope you got extra lungs
Don't want no crazy baby mama, but I want a son
Leave that drama for the birds, I'm into collectin' funds
I'm the Grim Reaper
Need a real eater
In a two seater
With a señorita
"See you later", what I told her, really Imma leave her
They was skeptics at first, we turned 'em to believers
We like the stars at night, that you be seein' in the sky
Got diamonds that's punchin' and fightin', you look and get hit in the eye
I've been off these x, and I don't why
Yeah, this life a challenge, but I'm tryna find my balance
I'm so God damn high, I turn to a eagle and flex my talons
I'm so God damn cool, I got on a jet because of my talents
This CC shit, you should really see this shit
She been throwin' off my mood, ain't really tryna see this bitch
Livin' lavish over here, don't try to fuck it up
You could fade away right now, don't really give a fuck
Even if we ain't together, I still wish you luck
I got court next month, I'm tryin' my best to impress the judge
I could shoot it with my left or right, just pick which one
Camp Ca$h bring the biggest smoke, hope you got extra lungs
Don't want no crazy baby mama, but I want a son
Leave that drama for the birds, I'm into collectin' funds
Written by: Jontel Hackett, Kevin Hackett Jr.
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