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esham – fuck da fame lyrics

not your b+tch ass n+gga

natas…b+tch it ain’t what you think
ain’t for your ho ass anyway

young millionaire on top of the world
i don’t give a f+ck, i lost my girl
i f+cked all her friends ’cause i’m cut like that
esham’s back with the murder rap
i didn’t give a f+ck about the n+gga that popped me
y’all n+ggas want me dead but y’all still can’t stop me
i’m saying f+ck the world, n+gga f+ck what you heard
i don’t need this bullsh+t i can buy me a bird
flip a key to a g is all about money
in the d+e+t ain’t sh+t funny
i would murder your ass if i get the chance
i could give a f+ck less if your b+tch don’t dance
n+gga i get money all godd+mn day
so what the f+ck a n+gga like you gon’ say
ain’t no love and this sh+t is like a godd+mn game
cause i’m all about cash flow, punk assho’

f+ck the fame….

i hate the way you kiss a n+gga d+ck when you see me
i think deep down inside yo’ ho ass wanna be me
i got no time for you b+tches playing these ho ass games
if you f+ck or make love b+tch it’s all the same
f+ck a ho and her mama i ain’t got no time
no need to be lyin’ b+tch you ain’t mine
see b+tch, i know a n+gga you f+ck and i hate
so you could never set me up and make murder my fate
money make a n+gga suffer even though i got dough
it make a n+gga never know, you see i’ll never know
about you ho ass n+ggas that be plottin’ to k!ll me
jealousy is in your eyes and you still can’t feel me
ho ass joint worker, never bought an ‘o’
you looking at a millionaire and b+tch you don’t know
you 5 dollar boy and i’m a million dollar man
with the presidential rolex on my hand
f+ck the fame….

only famous mother f+ckers that i know in the pen
and they was even more famous before they went in
young n+ggas getting money straight puttin in work
all the sh+t i been through make you go to church
n+gga f+ck that sh+t you talkin’ ’bout
if you can’t back it up, best to walk it out
i’m from the east side n+gga off mack and chene
where n+ggas don’t give a f+ck about no fame
i was raised in the hood where crime pays
where n+ggas get checked for their cartiers
n+gga run that sh+t, ho give that here
and this type of sh+t happen every year
so that’s why i’m all about my mail man
cause n+ggas want to see me in jail man
f+ck the fame, and n+ggas i ain’t sayin’ no names
but you ho ass n+ggas ain’t got no game
f+ck the fame

f+ck the fame….

and f+ck you, ride along wit it
i’m infamous out here on these hoes
you ain’t know
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by no way, shape or form am i famous out here
i’m infamous out here on you hoes
and i know you know, you only famous when you dead, b+tch

- esham lyrics

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