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orlando brown - fuck my fame كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
man i’m so sick of this sh-t
ay, bro, i just got a text from somebody talking bout some i’m on tmz again
talking bout some, i’m— i, n-gga what? man f-ck tmz! f-ck harvey and f-ck his whole staff! n-gga i’m goin in, lets do it!

[verse 1]
i’m addicted to the fast lane
living up to my last name, let the cash rain
most of y’all n-ggas past lame
on a learjet, kickin back, n-gga, liu kang
i’m a loose string full of pain, f-ck my fame
i need a bigger d-ck to f-ck all my enemies
lit off the hennessy, these n-ggas k!llin me
everyone billing me, family drilling me
snitches revealing me, n0body feeling me
sick and tired of the media lying on me
never telling the truth
paint a picture, televise it to you
i should load the mack 11 and shoot
tmz, this dedicated to you
harvey gon’ end up in his last suit
in a box, body facing the roof
for exploiting people’s lives like it’s cute
n-gga i say what i wanna say, do what i wanna do
your b-tch think i’m cool, i f-ck her in front of you
protege of george clooney, n-gga
batcave like the goonies, n-gga
if i’m offending you, sue me, n-gga
my life a feature film movie, n-gga
shoot a hollow tip through me, n-gga
i’m cooley high in the coop with jigga
and i been a militant, diligent
chiller print through the manilla tint
kush blowing through the vent
plus it’s irrelevant, just bought a elephant
might run for president, k!ll him he’s heaven sent
like raven aborted my baby
go crazy, insane, that’s when they pay me
these hoes wanna lay me to radio play me
critics don’t slay me, just landed in haiti
collected 280 million, state me
f-ckin go crazy on stage in the stadium
other schools money fill up the palladium
hater -ss n-ggas don’t know what to say to him
how many n-ggas gon’ snitch?
how many n-ggas main b-tch done sucked my d-ck?
how many n-ggas act rich?
how many n-ggas rap, but don’t sound like this?
how many n-ggas ain’t sh-t?
how many n-ggas wanna bang but they ain’t shoot sh-t?
how many n-ggas ain’t equipped?
all y’all n-ggas see me hop out the new foreign whip
f-ck a p-ssy n-gga, f-ck a, f-ck a p-ssy n-gga
give a f-ck about your life, i give a f-ck about a p-ssy n-gga
i’ll get off in that -ss, don’t push me n-gga
new 2pac swag, 2goofy n-gga
theirs is loose, my b-tches looser, n-gga
should’ve did a year like lil tunechi, n-gga
when instagram based off of them groupie n-ggas
i stay with the kush, i’m loopy n-gga
all you n-ggas talking sh-t, commit suicide quick
i’ll pay for a b-tch, broke n-ggas stay p-ssed
die on my sh-t list, i’m what the industry missed
hope that i don’t f-ck your b-tch, motherf-cker i’m the sh-t!

[hook]
why, why?
tell them that it’s ratchet nature
why, why, why?
tell them that it’s ratchet nature
they know i’m the sh-t
in that phantom coop, getting dome from your b-tch
young living legend, i’ma forever stay rich
when i’m dead my family gon’ be fighting for my chips

[verse 2]
how was i supposed to know?
my favorite stripper was engaged to my bro
how was i supposed to know?
little bad b-tch, sliding down the pole
how was i supposed to know?
i didn’t mean to hurt my brothers soul
how was i supposed to know?
she really should’ve let a n-gga know

[verse 3]
oh, i’m so wasted on patrón
and we flipped her all night long
she had a juicy coochie in those thongs
hold up, bend that -ss over
we can f-ck in my rover, on your knees
hurry up, girl
you know what to do, 1, 2, 3
all of us, having fun f-cking you
she was down with the business
she f-cked the whole crew
if you was me, what would you do?
sh-t, i pray to god
i wake up f-cking your b-tch inside the phantom ghost
in the p-ssy, i be doing the most
b-tches scream like they got the holy ghost
then i coast, they still rambling, pimps, they handle them
hustling and scrambling, candles blow in the wind
i ain’t for this hurt and pain
tried to sell my name and they came for me
i pray to god, though life is hard
gotta do it for him, if i don’t do it for me
f-ckboys tryna come for me
you gon’ read the bottom of my nike
just do it, i don’t jump, man
i load the clip with the pump i’m dumping
born broke, now i’m really something
now it’s me that the fans bumping

- orlando brown

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