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Camel Meat
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Camel Meat was released on July 17, 2026 by Maybach Music Group under exclusive license to gamma. as a part of the album Set In Stone
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Lead Vocals
Deon Cole
Deon Cole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Rozay, what up?
It's your boy, Deon Cole, just touched down in Miami
Pull up, my ****
But before you do that, I got some rules, ****
When you pull up, just pick me up in one car, dog, alright?
Don't, don't pull up in nineteen motherfuckin' cars
Last time you did that shit, and y'all put all them cars
On my valet ticket, I had to pay for that shit
And you left a car, ****, I don't know if you knew that, but you left a car here, ****
You gotta keep up with your cars, ****
And if we go gamblin', I'ma, I'ma sit in the car
I'm not, I'm not gamblin' with you **** all night
I don't want no Offset shit goin' on with me, alright?
I got shit to do
[Verse 1]
Yes
Camel meat in Dubai, murder opps in July
I still pray to refrain, wipe the tears from my eyes
Know I've never been loved, all these bitches tell lies
This convertible weather still bring the ladies inside
I just wanted to eat, now they call it a feast
How we get 'em for five, sell 'em twenty apiece
Sippin' bottles of bub', since I bought up the section
If you think he a C.O., **** get truly corrected
Your best friend was a rat, how you knew the detectives?
Homicide, you relax, ain't no fuckin' confessions
Strike him like he a match, hope you taught him a lesson
Killers movin' in packs, you can make any suggestions
[Verse 2]
Lord Vader, uh
Living like I'm a Saudi, run up in it and out it
Living with my two wives, fifty Ms on the palace
**** hopin' you die, I just hope I'm alive
Time to open your eyes, **** broke and deprived
Hope you wrote your few rhymes, heard your opening lines
You the man where you from, but they not potent as mine
Go and snort a few lines, it's a horrible time
To get caught in the web, that's according to mine
Homies all on the run, **** wanted to shine
I just wanted me some, but it took me some time
Money all in the attic, got me dancin' like Khaled
Never question my talent, I'm acceptin' your challenge
[Verse 3]
Lord Vader, Star Wars
I got so many issues with so many motherfuckers
We finna address it all right now, and getting rich isn't enough
Uh
My real estate portfolio is undeniably next level
****, check
Sunday brunch for the guys, camel meat in Dubai
Get a car as a gift, shorty, just show me your drive
Since I'm runnin' the game, I keep guns on the plane
Tito made me a piece, run me a hundred in change
Uh, double M
It's the biggest
Ravioli, marinara
Lemon pepper
[Outro]
And if we go to the strip club, ****, stop giving me money in front of everybody
If you gon' give me money to throw, just give it to me under the table
I don't want **** knowin' you givin' me money, so just
Give it to me on the low and shit, alright?
And when you drop me off at the room, just leave me like one bitch, just one
You, you left me with four last time, and I couldn't keep my eye on all them hoes
And they start stealin' shit, like my glasses and belts and insoles to my shoes, and
Weird shit they hoes was stealin', so just, just leave me with one bitch, alright?
Alright, see you in a minute, ****, peace
Written by: William Leonard Roberts II
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