Fame
Nipsey, smoke that lil bitch
Take the cuban link off and choke that lil bitch
I'mma gon' expose that lil bitch
If you didn't know it nigga, now you know that lil bitch, hey!
You a cocka roach ass lil bitch
I'mma take your head off and roll it, no rollin' bitch, hey!
Big B's on report card, right beside me is a whole lotta C's lord
Black loccs, Neck gold
Rich bangers, Death row
Keep hammers, pockets bulge
Yea, Yea
Lil nigga, step off
Fake bangers, Just pose
Us niggas, snatch souls
Now you know, now you know Hold it, I'll eat you like Krystal
All my jewelry showin' loud like a whistle
Hold it, know some bodies on my pistol
Woah, don't push me cause I'm a killer
Thug, gon' and smoke that lil bitch
Take the ruby robe off and choke that lil bitch
You shoulda known, no approaching this cliqueGot the Damu riders and the Locs in this bitch
Don't spit out my baby, all my whips the latest
I know I'm the greatest, sorry but I'm taken
And my living room floor plan spaciousNiggas better stop playin', get to busting at they faces
I'll turn your goons into pieces and sell 'em overseas and
I ain't gonna tease her, sit on it like a bleacher
Send 'em to my Haitians in Miami, they gon' eat 'em
Or I might send 'em to my Crips, let them defeat 'em
Shout out my niggas banging at the Four Seasons
That good drank got a skinny nigga eatin'
I gotta live, I could name 100 reasons, and I'm squeezin'
Thought I was playin', I had to show that lil bitch
I fucked her three times but I ain't know that lil bitch
Went platinum a couple times now it's gold on my wrist
Probation trottin' drugs at me, I can't hold my piss
They claim that I owe the money, I don't know that nigga
We throwin' up gang signs, no Zodiac nigga
Been locked up like three times, I can't go back nigga
Got these bitches watching me like a Kodak picture but
What am I to do when it feel like the walls are closing in, on me?
Time is ticking, got the Frank on my wrist, I ain't talking about Ski
I know these niggas talk about me
Be the same nigga who be walking 'round me
I tell a broke nigga "talk is cheap"
Thugga Thugga wit' me, can't forget about
Take the cuban link off and choke that lil bitch
I'mma gon' expose that lil bitch
If you didn't know it nigga, now you know that lil bitch, hey!
You a cocka roach ass lil bitch
I'mma take your head off and roll it, no rollin' bitch, hey!
Big B's on report card, right beside me is a whole lotta C's lord
Black loccs, Neck gold
Rich bangers, Death row
Keep hammers, pockets bulge
Yea, Yea
Lil nigga, step off
Fake bangers, Just pose
Us niggas, snatch souls
Now you know, now you know Hold it, I'll eat you like Krystal
All my jewelry showin' loud like a whistle
Hold it, know some bodies on my pistol
Woah, don't push me cause I'm a killer
Thug, gon' and smoke that lil bitch
Take the ruby robe off and choke that lil bitch
You shoulda known, no approaching this cliqueGot the Damu riders and the Locs in this bitch
Don't spit out my baby, all my whips the latest
I know I'm the greatest, sorry but I'm taken
And my living room floor plan spaciousNiggas better stop playin', get to busting at they faces
I'll turn your goons into pieces and sell 'em overseas and
I ain't gonna tease her, sit on it like a bleacher
Send 'em to my Haitians in Miami, they gon' eat 'em
Or I might send 'em to my Crips, let them defeat 'em
Shout out my niggas banging at the Four Seasons
That good drank got a skinny nigga eatin'
I gotta live, I could name 100 reasons, and I'm squeezin'
Thought I was playin', I had to show that lil bitch
I fucked her three times but I ain't know that lil bitch
Went platinum a couple times now it's gold on my wrist
Probation trottin' drugs at me, I can't hold my piss
They claim that I owe the money, I don't know that nigga
We throwin' up gang signs, no Zodiac nigga
Been locked up like three times, I can't go back nigga
Got these bitches watching me like a Kodak picture but
What am I to do when it feel like the walls are closing in, on me?
Time is ticking, got the Frank on my wrist, I ain't talking about Ski
I know these niggas talk about me
Be the same nigga who be walking 'round me
I tell a broke nigga "talk is cheap"
Thugga Thugga wit' me, can't forget about
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Bartolomei, Erik Reyes Ortiz, Jonathan David Grant, Kevin Dean Crowe, Paavo Olavi Siljamaki, Jay W. Jenkins, Anthony Patrick James Mcguinness, Clifford Joseph Jr. Harris, Andrew Beardmore
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