Ain't no fame, i love my fans just a little more
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
I'm a son of gun
They probly think i'm kitten
See me as a superhero use my little brother’s eyes
Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
On our way home talking bout my lie daddys little lawyer
Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain
Or getting a little rep to my name
From my peers, they be thinking themselves a little wiser
The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her
Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy
This 15 yr old fag has a son, are you kitten me?
My name is little c
Let me rideuntil i get free
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >