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deuce - マイ・バディ lyrics

give me that fame, give me that money.
got no shame for these dummies.
give me that fame, give me that money.

it’s my game, don’t act funny.

it’s payback for sh-t you pulled way back,
playback to when i got played, man.
i saved that just to keep the pain painless,
now my middle finger’s up in the air while i raise that.
sh-t’s changing like a f-cking rude awaken,
no more playing, no more undertaking.
can you hear the articulation?
are these words getting through to you inside of your head, maybe?
fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum,
how many dumb motherf-ckers wanna get some?
you can’t take these from under my thumb,
this rap game ain’t leaving till i’m outdone.
run, run, you don’t want none, punk,
jump, jump when i’m right out front.
p-pop that trunk, what? here i come, duck,
better check yourself ‘fore you come up here, chump.

it’s one for the haters all across the globe.
two for the labels trying to stop the show.
three for the homies trying to take the throne.
get ready, set, let’s go.

oh no, look who’s ’bout to go loco,
no more being scared of these bozos.
told you that i’m all about mo’ dough,
popos even b-mp my sh-t, so don’t.
yo bro, give a f-ck about your hoes,
show no fear just so you don’t know.
row-row-row your boat, don’t go slow,
i’m so close, as square as dojos.
i was born and raised right in soco,
with some crazy–ss motherf-cking m-f-s.
get up off my f-cking shoulders,
i’m spitting that sh-t, ain’t n-body gon’ hold me.
folgers in the morning with all my soldiers?
i ain’t even got to, i told you.
you can’t say hold on,
bring all the f-ggot–ss foes on.

it’s one for the haters all across the globe.
two for the labels trying to stop the show.
three for the homies trying to take the throne.
get ready, set, let’s go.

watch me while they all say “omg!”
i’m not a criminal, just the one behind the seat,
arrested just for flowing on the beat.
look what these people made me out to be!
they don’t know what it’s like to be me!
go get ’em, dawg, let them know “it’s over, g”,
ooh-wee, money over everything.
oh, godd-mn, you almost got me there, that was a close one.
i know you want me, but you can’t get me, b-tch–ss f-ggot!

give me that fame, give me that money.
i got no shame for these dummies.
out of my way, you ain’t my buddy.
you sure as h-ll ain’t gonna get lucky.
give me that fame, give me that money.
this my game, don’t act funny.
call me insane? that’s right, buddy.
it’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy.
give me that fame, give me that money.
got no shame for these dummies.
give me that fame, give me that money.
this my game, don’t act funny.
call me insane? that’s right, buddy.
it’s raining now, it’s gonna get muddy.

f-cking b-tch, you’re my little b-tch.
little f-cking doggy.
i got you on the f-cking leash, you little b-tch.
hahaha, yee, nah-nah, it’s not over yet, b-tch.

- deuce lyrics

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