Who knows what the
Famous for his bona,
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
Talk about jesus, you're not as famous as him
Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love
I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
I have the end goal of becomin' famous,
But one day that book will be famous
Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love
This shit wouldn't happen if famous rappers were dope,
She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous
And that's how you get famous
And panned out, i'm all in love
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