Camel Meat Lyrics – Rick Ross, Dean Cole

Read the complete Camel Meat Lyrics by Rick Ross and Dean Cole from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Deon Cole]
Rozay, what up? It’s your boy, Deon Cole
Just touched down in Miami, pull up, my n!gga
But before you do that, I got some rules, n!gga
When you pull up, just pick me up in one car, dog, all right?
Don’t, don’t pull up in nineteen motherfu*king cars
Last time you did that s*it and y’all put all them cars on my valet ticket, I had to pay for that s*it
And you left a car, n!gga, I don’t know if you knew that
But you left a car here, n!gga
You gotta keep up with your cars, n!gga
And if we go gambling, I’ma, I’ma sit in the car
I’m not, I’m not gambling with you n!gga all night

I don’t want no Offset s*it going on with me, all right?
I got s*it to do

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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 b!tches 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
Sipping bottles of bub’, since I bought up the section
If you think he a C.O, n!gga get truly corrected
Your best friend was a rat, how you knew the detectives?
Homicide, you relax, ain’t no fu*king confessions
Strike him like he a match, hope you taught him a lesson
Killers moving in packs, you can make any suggestions

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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
N!gga hoping you die, I just hope I’m alive
Time to open your eyes, n!gga broke and deprived
Hope you wrote your few rhymes, heard your opening lines

You the man where you from, but they not potent as min
o 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, n!gga wanted to shine
I just wanted me some, but it took me some time
Money all in the attic, got me dancing like Khaled
Never question my talent, I’m accepting your challenge
Lord Vader, Star Wars

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
I got so many issues with so many motherfu*kers
We finna address it all right now and getting rich isn’t enough
Uh, my real estate portfolio is undeniably next level, n!gga, check

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Sunday brunch for the guys, camel meat in Dubai
Get a car as a gift, shorty, just show me your drive
Since I’m running 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: Deon Cole]
And if we go to the strip club, n!gga, 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 n!gga knowing you giving me money
So just give it to me on the low and s*it, all right?
And when you drop me off at the room, just leave me like one b!tch, just one
You, you left me with four last time and I couldn’t keep my eye on all them hoes
And they start stealing s*it, like my glasses and belts and insoles to my shoes
And weird s*it they hoes was stealing
So just, just leave me with one b!tch, all right?
All right
See you in a minute, n!gga
Peace