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doe b – make you famous lyrics

[chorus:]
eighty karats in my charm, lord forgive me
when they see what’s on my arm, they gon k!ll me
[?]
bad b-tches scream, n-ggas they feel me
hundred hoes one day i’m wilt chamberlain b-tch
we sling chains like slaves, i’m gon hang me a n-gga
three chopper kkk, i’m gon sling me a n-gga
put you on the front pages, make you famous little n-gga

[verse 1:]
pull up in some foreign, gettin on with some foreign
you know a n-gga armed, mus gon see what’s on my arm
n-ggas wanna be famous, throwing bricks [?]
take that same brick put it on his head
by tomorrow her be gone
your life ain’t worth a auto, stretch off in a rari
shoppin spree in nyc, i’m ballin like i’m stoudamire
n-ggas talking yadaya, till i let that yamaha
turn all a you p-ssy n-ggas to ghostes like a r’n’r
rolls royce, no choice
put you on the news tomorrow
if you [?], if you famous
turn you into a fallin star
smoke you like a mardi gras
rest in peace to bob n-gga
rep the show and k!lled yo hoe
rest in peace yo [?]

[chorus]

[verse 2:]
if you don’t wanna f-ck
b-tch i’m from the slum
ain’t neva had sh-t these n-ggas hate me you get some
i spent some stack, i went and cashed out on a auto
he doing bad i know cause he got mad as soon as he saw it
i push them n-ggas hard, my wrist shining so hard
all these racks on my arm got n-ggas wanna do me harm
these n-ggas hate me, b-tches fake man everybody frost
but we ain’t go play it, ain’t no way b-tch we go get you [?]
cause this ain’t what you want, no this ain’t what you want
i’m making plays you got that cake b-tch i got what you want
i’ll make you famous put you in the paper on the front
you see these diamonds patrick swayze
eighty karats in my charm

[chorus]

- doe b lyrics

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