CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fame
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lovin' these hoes b*t*h, got different flavors
Yeah, I am a villain, not hero, can't save her
Yeah, walk through my crib b*t*h, everything paid for (Yeah)
Look at my shoes, this christian to die for (Yeah)
All of my homies and bros I would die for (Yeah)
All of the sh*t in my pocket you'd die for (Yeah)
Pull out a rifle extended, you die more (Yeah)
Hating on n***as, you really should die w**** (Yeah)
Walk in this b*t*h, yeah I cut with my chopstick (Yeah)
Never mind, using my axe cause I chop sh*t (Yeah)
Might pull out the glocky cause I gotta pop sh*t
My b*t*h is asian, I eat her like pot stick (Yeah)
Runnin' through the map, yeah I'll gas you like caustic (Yeah)
Yeah, she drippin' so wet cause she leaky like faucet
And she call me a Jedi cause I let the force hit (Yeah)
King size my mattress but you sleep on floors b*t*h (Yeah)
I think I'm f**ked up, I'm sippin' on Coors b*t*h (Yeah)
I see the future, I'm openin' doors b*t*h
Your pockets are weak and you couldn't endorse this
Never could force this, what's next on the list man?
It's diamonds and Porsches, check the horses (Yeah)
Teaching these n***as I'm running a course b*t*h (Yeah)
You gettin' straight A's in this sh*t like a dork b*t*h (Yeah)
And I'll pick up his hoe like I'm usin' a forklift
And you poor b*t*h
Yeah, I'll cook on the beat like it's pork b*t*h
Yeah, and you tappin' right out, that's your forfeit
Yeah, and you runnin' straight out, let the door hit
Yeah, and I'll cut through that n***a like bork hit
Uh, and I'll pick up his b*t*h like a forklift
Yeah, I'm turning these pussies to corpses
Uh, and that b*t*h pa** the code like it's morses
Yeah, new whip from Japan, it got horses
Diamonds and rings that I flex in your face b*t*h (Yeah)
Lookin' real jealous, well I'm in your way b*t*h (Yeah)
Take up the space, got a whip like a space-ship (Yeah)
Moving these pounds and these bricks cause my weight hit (Yeah)
Yeah I'm looking at you all the time that you wasted (Yeah)
Still in my DM's and begging for placements
Yeah, my life like a movie man so many places
Yeah, I walk in the store and it's more money wasted
Got me trippin' like acid, I might pa** it
Hittin' this song like a b*t*h cause I mac'd it
It's a drum mag b*t*h with the hollows, I'm stackin'
Look at the heat in the steel that I'm packin'
Thick little shawty in the crib, eat like Pac-Man
Yeah, run through the city in swag like I'm Batman
Yeah, I'm throwin' out bands from the seat of the lap dance
Yeah, my pockets is hungry, got bape, it's my fat pants
Yeah, and you broke like her back did, shoutout NAPVID
Cookin' a beat while a n***a stay snappin'
Yeah, my pistol I packed it, uh, you just whacked it
Yeah, kick back relax cause a n***a stay nappin'
And I'm f**kin' that b*t*h cause her n***a stay fappin'
Yeah, you think it's so funny and act like it ain't happin'
Yeah, that's it b*t*h, uh, it's a wrap man
Live in the sewer, you look like the Ratman, uh
(Ratman, uh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lovin' these hoes b*t*h, got different flavors
Yeah, I am a villain, not hero, can't save her
Yeah, walk through my crib b*t*h, everything paid for (Yeah)
Look at my shoes, this christian to die for (Yeah)
All of my homies and bros I would die for (Yeah)
All of the sh*t in my pocket you'd die for (Yeah)
Pull out a rifle extended, you die more (Yeah)
Hating on n***as, you really should die w**** (Yeah)
Walk in this b*t*h, yeah I cut with my chopstick (Yeah)
Never mind, using my axe cause I chop sh*t (Yeah)
Might pull out the glocky cause I gotta pop sh*t
My b*t*h is asian, I eat her like pot stick (Yeah)
Runnin' through the map, yeah I'll gas you like caustic (Yeah)
Yeah, she drippin' so wet cause she leaky like faucet
And she call me a Jedi cause I let the force hit (Yeah)
King size my mattress but you sleep on floors b*t*h (Yeah)
I think I'm f**ked up, I'm sippin' on Coors b*t*h (Yeah)
I see the future, I'm openin' doors b*t*h
Your pockets are weak and you couldn't endorse this
Never could force this, what's next on the list man?
It's diamonds and Porsches, check the horses (Yeah)
Teaching these n***as I'm running a course b*t*h (Yeah)
You gettin' straight A's in this sh*t like a dork b*t*h (Yeah)
And I'll pick up his hoe like I'm usin' a forklift
And you poor b*t*h
Yeah, I'll cook on the beat like it's pork b*t*h
Yeah, and you tappin' right out, that's your forfeit
Yeah, and you runnin' straight out, let the door hit
Yeah, and I'll cut through that n***a like bork hit
Uh, and I'll pick up his b*t*h like a forklift
Yeah, I'm turning these pussies to corpses
Uh, and that b*t*h pa** the code like it's morses
Yeah, new whip from Japan, it got horses
Diamonds and rings that I flex in your face b*t*h (Yeah)
Lookin' real jealous, well I'm in your way b*t*h (Yeah)
Take up the space, got a whip like a space-ship (Yeah)
Moving these pounds and these bricks cause my weight hit (Yeah)
Yeah I'm looking at you all the time that you wasted (Yeah)
Still in my DM's and begging for placements
Yeah, my life like a movie man so many places
Yeah, I walk in the store and it's more money wasted
Got me trippin' like acid, I might pa** it
Hittin' this song like a b*t*h cause I mac'd it
It's a drum mag b*t*h with the hollows, I'm stackin'
Look at the heat in the steel that I'm packin'
Thick little shawty in the crib, eat like Pac-Man
Yeah, run through the city in swag like I'm Batman
Yeah, I'm throwin' out bands from the seat of the lap dance
Yeah, my pockets is hungry, got bape, it's my fat pants
Yeah, and you broke like her back did, shoutout NAPVID
Cookin' a beat while a n***a stay snappin'
Yeah, my pistol I packed it, uh, you just whacked it
Yeah, kick back relax cause a n***a stay nappin'
And I'm f**kin' that b*t*h cause her n***a stay fappin'
Yeah, you think it's so funny and act like it ain't happin'
Yeah, that's it b*t*h, uh, it's a wrap man
Live in the sewer, you look like the Ratman, uh
(Ratman, uh)
