15 Seconds of Fame
Sketch you tell em'
Zaza
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We put that suit on him, like La Fame
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame
Yeah, yeah
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame, montage
Everybody gon' die you go against the gang, on god
Everybody' wantin' smoke till' big homie name, Zaza
Everybody got a wifi outta' range, no bars
Aye' fuck everybody but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Okay run up with the gang but he the runner
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
Got got my back behind it I'mma' take you up (up)
Sneaky links, tip toe
He act like the bitch tho
Even If I'm sneaky I go round' the city ten toes
Everybody want be gang and shit, same niggas I'm tryna' shit on
Everybody want be dangerous when it's time you know they blick' gone
Zipped O's, I keep foggin' my pain this ain't no window
Call these niggas Waldo where they stripes at it in this bitch tho'
God Know, I done cut my soul into the microphone
Blackstone, I need grills inside my teeth all ice tho'
They like why you talk in riddles, nah it's just the lingo
Shordy' pop a bean and I'm not talm' bout no pinto
She cant hold her liquor she gon' blackout like a bingo
Snitch can't keep his lips closed, same thing with the bitches legs tho'
Shordy'd' never bang bro's, fuckin' like a porn hoe
I don't need trigonometry to fuck her in all angles
Perc inside my Fanta cause' I said fuck it in a Faygo
Never been to Atlanta but I'm Huncho like I'm Quavo
Feel like I ain't seen the weekend, Abel
Forget that plate I'm tryna' grind and buy a table
Cut em' out my life the only shoutout here to Draco
Actin' like a crip when we could really make you disabled
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame, montage
Everybody gon' die you go against the gang, on god
Everybody' wantin' smoke till' big homie name, Zaza
Everybody got a wifi outta' range, no bars
Aye' fuck everybody but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Okay run up with the gang but he the runner
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
Got got my back behind it I'mma' take you up (Up)
Aye, fuck everybody' but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
Zaza
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We put that suit on him, like La Fame
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame
Yeah, yeah
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame, montage
Everybody gon' die you go against the gang, on god
Everybody' wantin' smoke till' big homie name, Zaza
Everybody got a wifi outta' range, no bars
Aye' fuck everybody but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Okay run up with the gang but he the runner
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
Got got my back behind it I'mma' take you up (up)
Sneaky links, tip toe
He act like the bitch tho
Even If I'm sneaky I go round' the city ten toes
Everybody want be gang and shit, same niggas I'm tryna' shit on
Everybody want be dangerous when it's time you know they blick' gone
Zipped O's, I keep foggin' my pain this ain't no window
Call these niggas Waldo where they stripes at it in this bitch tho'
God Know, I done cut my soul into the microphone
Blackstone, I need grills inside my teeth all ice tho'
They like why you talk in riddles, nah it's just the lingo
Shordy' pop a bean and I'm not talm' bout no pinto
She cant hold her liquor she gon' blackout like a bingo
Snitch can't keep his lips closed, same thing with the bitches legs tho'
Shordy'd' never bang bro's, fuckin' like a porn hoe
I don't need trigonometry to fuck her in all angles
Perc inside my Fanta cause' I said fuck it in a Faygo
Never been to Atlanta but I'm Huncho like I'm Quavo
Feel like I ain't seen the weekend, Abel
Forget that plate I'm tryna' grind and buy a table
Cut em' out my life the only shoutout here to Draco
Actin' like a crip when we could really make you disabled
Everybody want that 15 seconds of fame, montage
Everybody gon' die you go against the gang, on god
Everybody' wantin' smoke till' big homie name, Zaza
Everybody got a wifi outta' range, no bars
Aye' fuck everybody but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Okay run up with the gang but he the runner
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
Got got my back behind it I'mma' take you up (Up)
Aye, fuck everybody' but I still ain't Blacc Youngsta
Lowkey God got a plan for me but He show tough love
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Writer(s): Essi Lc
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