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77birrd - famous amos lyrics

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(intro)
yeah
yuh
yeah
yeah (crreateyou)
yuh
hoe
yuh

(chorus)
yuh, walk in that hoe do a stage flip
these b+tches know my name, i ain’t famous
my d+ck in her ribs, famous amos
she said she on molly and i don’t even want her
don’t talk to me ’bout no kids (yuh)
bouta dip bouta dip (ay)
gotta get alc on my wrist, set it to freeze only way it’ll fit my b+tch

(verse 1)
yeah yeah yeah, speak my life into existence
then make some motha f+ckin moves, b+tch keep ya distance
i’m in my motha f+ckin mood, i want this riches
and who the f+ck are you to say i can’t?
yeah
finna flip these rags (rags)
finna pop those tags (tags)
b+tch, run it back gotta pick up the slack on that track
hold that sh+t never give it back
you f+ckin b+tches suck d+ck, like you never hold that sh+t
can’t hold that beat it’s way too lit
i’m way too lit at this sh+t kid just kick back and go grab a snack, b+tch

(chorus)
yuh, walk in that hoe do a stage flip
these b+tches know my name, i ain’t famous
my d+ck in her ribs, famous amos
she said she on molly and i don’t even want her
don’t talk to me ’bout no kids (yuh)
bouta dip bouta dip (ay)
gotta get alc on my wrist, set it to freeze only way it’ll fit my b+tch

(verse 2)
yeah yeah yeah
all i can imagine is my life just look up at the f+ckin sky
created birrd and e died
cannot co+exist, not right
b+tch i’m f+ckin takin flight, in the middle of the night
yeah, they didn’t here a thing
yeah 5+15 hours a day in the stu cuz all i wanna do, is blow the f+ck up in yo face real soon
b+tch, see you soon, take my lyrics to mars and the moon
yeah, my cocoon is the stu float like b+tterflies too
and i stand tall don’t need a stool, get me out of this school
uh, can’t keep me cool bouta throw a kid through the roof

(chorus)
yuh, walk in that hoe do a stage flip
these b+tches know my name, i ain’t famous
my d+ck in her ribs, famous amos
she said she on molly and i don’t even want her
don’t talk to me ’bout no kids (yeah)
bouta dip bouta dip (yeah)
gotta get alc on my wrist, set it to freeze only way it’ll fit my b+tch



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