Famous
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Swizz told me let the beat rock
For all my Southside niggas that know me best
I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex
Why? I made that bitch famous (Goddamn)
I made that bitch famous
For all the girls that got dick from Kanye West
If you see 'em in the streets give 'em Kanye's best
Why? They mad they ain't famous (Goddamn)
They mad they still nameless (Talk that talk, man)
Her man in the store tryna try his best
But he just can't seem to get Kanye fresh
But we still hood famous (Goddamn)
Yeah we still hood famous
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
Wake up, Mr. West!
I just wanted you to know (Oh, he's up!)
I be Puerto Rican day parade floatin'
That Benz Marina Del Rey coastin'
She in school to be a real estate agent
Last month I helped her with the car payment
Young and we alive, whoo!
We never gonna die, whoo!
I just copped a jet to fly over personal debt
Put one up in the sky
The sun is in my eyes, whoo!
Woke up and felt the vibe, whoo!
No matter how hard they try, whoo!
We never gonna die
I just wanted you to know
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey
How you feeling right now? Let me see your lighters in the air
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey
Let me see your middle finger in the air
'Ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam bam, bam
Let me see you act up in this motherfucker
Bam 'ey 'ey 'ey
What a bam bam (how you feelin'?)
How you feelin'?
How you feelin' in this mother fucker, god damn
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey (one thing you can't do is stop us now)
Bam bam,'ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam bam, bam bam dilla
You can't stop the thing now
'Ey 'ey 'ey
Man it's way too late, it's way too late
It's way too late you can't fuck with us
'Ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey
What a bam
Bam, 'ey 'ey 'ey
To the left, to the right
Bam dilla, bam bam
I wanna see everybody hands in the air like this, ayy
Bam bam dilla
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey 'ey
Bam bam 'ey 'ey 'ey
I just wanted you to know
I loved you better than your own kin did
From the very start
I don't blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
Credits
Writer(s): Noah D. Goldstein, Ross Matthew Birchard, Chancelor Johnathan Bennett, Cydel Charles Young, Ernest Brown, Mike Dean, Winston Delano Riley, Kasseem Dean, Andrew Dawson, Enzo Vita, Giampiero Scalamogna, Sergio Bardotti, Luis Enrique Bacalov, Patrick Reynolds, Jimmy Webb, Kanye Omari West, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
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