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marcus ariah - famous lyrics

[chorus]
i ain’t never had this many b-tches lookin at me like i got it
got my shorty lookin at me like i’m famous
i ain’t never ask for nothin gettin money became my addiction
got a n-gga really feelin like i’m famous
all my n-ggas ridin with lil homie shoot one for me and we faded
got a n-gga really feelin like i’m famous
i be tryna rock them vvs’ and giuseppe’s in a rented
got me ridin lookin like a n-gga famous
(x2)

[verse]
i don’t ride with n-ggas that f-ck with me cause i’m buzzin fakin love and
i just shake my head because it never phase me
shorty got the fatty and her kitty kat it look like it be poppin
i go down on that pink matter just to tame it
i swear to god i need a bezel on the wrist with diamonds on the body it would shock a n-gga like it was a taser
n-ggas lookin funny at me cause my shorty litty but my boy don’t hate the player homie you could hate the gamin
all of this bafoonery these n-ggas all be talkin when i walk in they be quiet cause they know we get it poppin
and do not let this singin sh-t here fool you cause these hands right
lately n-ggas shootin i ain’t seen no boxin
i just see the hustle in my n-ggas we just f-cked up by them corners
we can’t get nowhere because the boys be on us
if anybody f-ckin with the family we gon ride out
i promise that i got ya back and now that boy a gonner

[verse]
i been tryna rock them prada’s balenciaga’s
i ain’t got em but i promise i’m lookin proper
they always say that i need patience
i’m not a doctor
i be with all my jamaicans like i’m a rasta
even though this life get rocky
we strive and prosper
we come from wizards that be cookin up like harry potter
all these n-ggas that be actin they need an oscar
if ya shorty get ahead of you n-gga don’t block her
i love her cause she got a stomach i love her -ssets
you know she real she got her own and she ain’t ask for cash yet
i be whippin like it’s nascar and i ain’t crash yet
i be smokin to my thumbnail and i ain’t ash yet
and my p-ssenger she chocolate yea that’s my rider
and i love it when she pop out i hop inside her
i been tryna get this money with my own driver
put my n-ggas in the flyest sh-t and rock designer

- marcus ariah lyrics

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