Rick Ross & Deon Cole – Camel Meat Lyrics

Camel Meat

Rick Ross & Deon Cole

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"Camel Meat." - Rick Ross & Deon Cole

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 01:13 am

Album: Set In Stone

Track No: 06

Rozay, what up? It's your boy, Deon Cole
Just touched down in Miami, pull up, my nigga
But before you do that, I got some rules, nigga
When you pull up, just pick me up in one car, dawg, all right?
Don't, don't pull up in 19 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, nigga, I don't know if you knew that

But you left a car here, nigga
You gotta keep up with your cars, nigga
And if we go gamblin', I'ma, I'ma sit in the car
I'm not, I'm not gamblin' with you niggas all night
I don't want no Offset shit goin' on with me, all right?
I got shit to do

Yes (Maybach Music)
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 20 a piece

Sippin' bottles of bub', since I bought up the section
If you think he a C.O., nigga 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

Lord Vader, uh
Living like I'm a Saudi, run up in it and out it
Living with my two wives, 50 Ms on the palace
Nigga hopin' you die, I just hope I'm alive
Time to open your eyes, nigga 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, niggas 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

Lord Vader, Star Wars, uh
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, nigga, 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

And if we go to the strip club, nigga, 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 niggas knowin' you givin' me money
So just give it to me on the low and shit, all right?
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 hos
And they start stealin' shit, like my glasses, belts and insoles to my shoes
And weird shit they hos was stealin'
So just, just leave me with one bitch, all right?
All right, see you in a minute, nigga, peace

Writer(s): Deon Cole, Rick Ross, STREETRUNNER, Tarik Azzouz.

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