Kinda Famous

Why they mad at me?
Is it cause all these bitches want to fuck?
They be after me
I might fuck them once and switch it up
They still gone brag on me
Might take her to Lenox fuck around & spend yo salary
Then I bend her over tell her baby put that ass on me
I'm ah go & get
What I earn
Fuck the bridge
Let it burn
Teaching lessons
Come & learn
I see it all
I'm like CERN
I'm like Staples
I got paper
I'm B.O.N.
I'm heavyweight
I'm Vince Carter with the ball
By himself on a fast break
I got that dog in me
I can't control it
Please forgive me
I been setup
By them bitches who say they with me
So I don't trust shit
I get nervous clutch the glizzy
I stay out of shit
Cause I'm gone blank when it get sticky
Yea we can fuck but not today
It's a line
I make them wait
I send her home
She on hold so I call her layaway
Pussy weak then stay away
If the head good I'm in her face
I got plenty of other options
Think it's sweet she get replaced

She wants to fuck I'm kind of famous
I pull up & pick up payment
Can't hit no lick on me I'm stainless
Call my bluff we leave you hanging
Acting tough could end up dangerous
When I see red that shit contagious
My niggas feel it & start blanking
I want his head they go & claim it

She wants to fuck I'm kind of famous
I pull up & pick up payment
Can't hit no lick on me I'm stainless
Call my bluff we leave you hanging
Acting tough could end up dangerous
When I see red that shit contagious
My niggas feel it & start blanking
I want his head they go & claim it

Bitches fake I see it now
I'm moving weight
I'm pound for pound
Load in
Break it down
He running off
We take him out
Mm hmmm
They can't kill me
I keep going
My heart too cold
I keep it snowing
Bitch don't ask me where I'm going
It's another day
Trying to make more pape than I did yesterday
I hustle great
I lead the race
I hope this shit don't escalate
Please don't think it's all talk
Never been the type to do that rah rah shit or small talk
Them niggas die that's y'all fault
I'm the one that lead the pack
Put the team on my back
Where we going?
To the racks
Back & forth to the Raq
Load in make it stack
Spend it all
Make it back
This real life
We don't act
This a different cloth
We don't match
I got the sauce
She like how it drip off me
Couldn't pay her to get off me
Whenever we fuck she like to kiss softly
She can't keep her lips off me
Her friends be mad they want to eat dick up
Her nigga be calling she won't even pick up
My bitches be balling might still pull a stickup
It'll catch you off guard like it's a hiccup

She wants to fuck I'm kind of famous
I pull up & pick up payment
Can't hit no lick on me I'm stainless
Call my bluff we leave you hanging
Acting tough could end up dangerous
When I see red that shit contagious
My niggas feel it & start blanking
I want his head they go & claim it

She wants to fuck I'm kind of famous
I pull up & pick up payment
Can't hit no lick on me I'm stainless
Call my bluff we leave you hanging
Acting tough could end up dangerous
When I see red that shit contagious
My niggas feel it & start blanking
I want his head they go & claim it



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Writer(s): Big Dior
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