drxven - famous lyrics
stay booted of the wock
12 strapped by the crocs
steady cookin’ in the kitchen, got some dope in the pot
he a poor bum talkin bout some money in his pockets
he a broke dude runnin’ from the heat off this rocket
we can’t beef if you chicken
i don’t really f+ck with birds
white tee green letters tryna make a slime heard
posted up in the burbs
payroll tell me that i made it
wake up with a mil’
goddammit i’m so famous
b+tches on me, b+tches want me
cuz’ i do my money dance
doin’ x but i ain’t ken, i could nеver be a vamp
throw a floater to thе homie
had to tell her she a tramp
ain’t no kissing no spaghetti
we could never make amends
(what the f+ck just happened)
stay booted of the wock
12 strapped by the crocs
steady cookin’ in the kitchen, got some dope in the pot
he a poor bum talkin bout some money in his pockets
he a broke dude runnin’ from the heat off this rocket
we can’t beef if you chicken
i don’t really f+ck with birds
white tee green letters tryna make a slime heard
posted up in the burbs
payroll tell me that i made it
wake up with a mil’
goddammit i’m so famous
b+tches on me, b+tches want me
cuz’ i do my money dance
doin’ x but i ain’t ken, i could never be a vamp
throw a floater to the homie
had to tell her she a tramp
ain’t no kissing no spaghetti
we could never make amends
you might see me me in a ghost
pshhh, prolly not
danny phantom, what i’m watching while i tie her in a knot
got some sticky in the wood
high as f+ck as i should
might just pop out on a opp, i know that he misunderstood
say you know me but i’m lonely, i’mma run and go and destroy
it’s for gang all that i do, so we can go and buy some toys
said she want me go away, i go and buy some tec
wrist golden ice cubes, straight water on my neck
i can’t f+ck with no lil jealous b+tch, they always on my d+ck
get up, get a job, maybe you can be this rich
i ain’t telling all my secrets, about how to get this sh+t
study up pay attention, maybe you can get this fit
stay booted of the wock
12 strapped by the crocs
steady cookin’ in the kitchen, got some dope in the pot
he a poor bum talkin bout some money in his pockets
he a broke dude runnin’ from the heat off this rocket
we can’t beef if you chicken
i don’t really f+ck with birds
white tee green letters tryna make a slime heard
posted up in the burbs
payroll tell me that i made it
wake up with a mil’
goddammit i’m so famous
b+tches on me, b+tches want me
cuz’ i do my money dance
doin’ x but i ain’t ken, i could never be a vamp
throw a floater to the homie
had to tell her she a tramp
ain’t no kissing no spaghetti
we could never make amends
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