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xelishurt - fame lyrics

fame lyrics
[verse 1]
lovin’ these hoes b+tch, got different flavours
yeah i am a villain, not hero, can’t save her
walk through my crib b+tch, everything paid for
look at my shoes, this christian to die for
all of my homies and bros i would die for
all of the sh+t in my pocket you’d die for
pull out a rifle extended, you die more
hating on n+ggas, you really should die wh0re
walk in this b+tch, yeah i cut with my chopstick
never mind, using my axe cause i chop sh+t
might pull out the glocky cause i gotta pop sh+t
my b+tch is asian, i eat her like pot stick
runnin’ through the map, yeah i’ll gas you like caustic
yeah, she drippin’ so wet cause she leaky like faucet
and she call me a jedi cause i let the force hit
king size my mattress but you sleep on floors b+tch
i think i’m f+cked up, i’m sippin’ on coors b+tch
i see the future, i’m openin’ doors b+tch
your pockets are weak and you couldn’t endorse this
never could force this, what’s next on the list man?
it’s diamonds and porsches, check the horses
teaching these n+ggas i’m running a course b+tch
you gettin’ straight a’s in this sh+t like a dork b+tch
and i’ll pick up his hoe like i’m usin’ a forklift
[bridge]
and you poor b+tch
yeah, i’ll cook on the beat like it’s pork b+tch
and you tappin’ right out, that’s your forfeit
and you runnin’ straight out, let the door hit
and i’ll cut through that n+gga like bork hit
and i’ll pick up his b+tch like a forklift
yeah, i’m turning these p+ssies to corpses
and that b+tch pass the code like it’s morses
new whip from j+pan, it got horses

[verse 2]
diamonds and rings that i flex in your face b+tch
lookin’ real jealous, well i’m in your way b+tch
take up the sp+ce, got a whip like a sp+ce ship
moving these pounds and these bricks cause my weight hit
yeah i’m looking at you all the time that you wasted
still in my dm’s and begging for placements
yeah, my life like a movie man so many places
i walk in the store and it’s more money wasted
got me trippin’ like acid, i might pass it
hittin’ this song like a b+tch cause i mac’d it
it’s a drum mag b+tch with the hollows, i’m stackin’
look at the heat in the steel that i’m packin’
thick little shawty in the crib, eat like pac+man
run through the city in swag like i’m batman
i’m throwin’ out bands from the seat of the lap dance
my pockets is hungry, got bape, it’s my fat pants
and you broke like her back did, shoutout napvid
cookin’ a beat while a n+gga stay snappin’
yeah, my pistol i packed it, you just whacked it
kick back relax cause a n+gga stay nappin’
and i’m f+ckin’ that b+tch cause her n+gga stay fappin’
you think it’s so funny and act like it ain’t happin’
that it b+tch, uh, it’s a wrap man
live in the sewer you look like the rat man

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