Fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Crunch time with the game winner
Game time
Now you looking like a sinner
Banging on you just like a center
No need to talk
Just hit you with that mister
Dougie with the Fister
Now I'm bout to go and kiss her
Pulling up with the missile
Hit em with the clip no temple
Coming coming back
Real quick with the dash
Feeling like Mario on a double dash
Every time we in and out
Just like the flash
Dark Knight Bruce Wayne
Hiding in the mask
No need to see
John Cena on the beat
Scheming in the streets
Damn I'm unleashed
Wild 'n Out
No need to cut the beat
Just bring it back
So we can feast
Aye
Killing this thang like its a runway
Dunking on ya head like I'm LeBron James
Greatest of all time no need to explain
Aye
Just coming in rocking theses gold chains
Praying hands cause I need to behave
No need to talk just come and exchange
Take two
Seconds
Take a break
Learn yo lesson
From these snakes
They plotting
On you
Just switch them
Lanes
Take yo
Talents
To yo fame
Take two
Seconds
Take a break
Learn your lesson
From these snakes
They plotting
On you
Just switch them
Lanes
Take yo
Talents
To yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Crunch time with the game winner
Game time
Now you looking like a sinner
Banging on you just like a center
No need to talk
Just hit you with that mister
Dougie with the Fister
Now I'm bout to go and kiss her
Pulling up with the missile
Hit em with the clip no temple
Coming coming back
Real quick with the dash
Feeling like Mario on a double dash
Every time we in and out
Just like the flash
Dark Knight Bruce Wayne
Hiding in the mask
No need to see
John Cena on the beat
Scheming in the streets
Damn I'm unleashed
Wild 'n Out
No need to cut the beat
Just bring it back
So we can feast
Aye
Killing this thang like its a runway
Dunking on ya head like I'm LeBron James
Greatest of all time no need to explain
Aye
Just coming in rocking theses gold chains
Praying hands cause I need to behave
No need to talk just come and exchange
Take two
Seconds
Take a break
Learn yo lesson
From these snakes
They plotting
On you
Just switch them
Lanes
Take yo
Talents
To yo fame
Take two
Seconds
Take a break
Learn your lesson
From these snakes
They plotting
On you
Just switch them
Lanes
Take yo
Talents
To yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Take it to yo fame
Credits
Writer(s): Rene Lipps, Gottfried Assan, Christoph Von Freydorf, Robert Davis
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