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letra de fuck da fame - esham

not your b-tch ass n-gga

natas…b-tch it ain’t what you think
ain’t for your ho ass anyway

young millionaire on top of the world
i don’t give a f-ck, i lost my girl
i f-cked all her friends ’cause i’m cut like that
esham’s back with the murder rap
i didn’t give a f-ck about the n-gga that popped me
y’all n-ggas want me dead but y’all still can’t stop me
i’m saying f-ck the world, n-gga f-ck what you heard
i don’t need this bullsh-t i can buy me a bird
flip a key to a g is all about money
in the d-e-t ain’t sh-t funny
i would murder your ass if i get the chance
i could give a f-ck less if your b-tch don’t dance
n-gga i get money all godd-mn day
so what the f-ck a n-gga like you gon’ say
ain’t no love and this sh-t is like a godd-mn game
cause i’m all about cash flow, punk assho’

f-ck the fame….

i hate the way you kiss a n-gga d-ck when you see me
i think deep down inside yo’ ho ass wanna be me
i got no time for you b-tches playing these ho ass games
if you f-ck or make love b-tch it’s all the same
f-ck a ho and her mama i ain’t got no time
no need to be lyin’ b-tch you ain’t mine
see b-tch, i know a n-gga you f-ck and i hate
so you could never set me up and make murder my fate
money make a n-gga suffer even though i got dough
it make a n-gga never know, you see i’ll never know
about you ho ass n-ggas that be plottin’ to k!ll me
jealousy is in your eyes and you still can’t feel me
ho ass joint worker, never bought an ‘o’
you looking at a millionaire and b-tch you don’t know
you 5 dollar boy and i’m a million dollar man
with the presidential rolex on my hand
f-ck the fame….

only famous mother f-ckers that i know in the pen
and they was even more famous before they went in
young n-ggas getting money straight puttin in work
all the sh-t i been through make you go to church
n-gga f-ck that sh-t you talkin’ ’bout
if you can’t back it up, best to walk it out
i’m from the east side n-gga off mack and chene
where n-ggas don’t give a f-ck about no fame
i was raised in the hood where crime pays
where n-ggas get checked for their cartiers
n-gga run that sh-t, ho give that here
and this type of sh-t happen every year
so that’s why i’m all about my mail man
cause n-ggas want to see me in jail man
f-ck the fame, and n-ggas i ain’t sayin’ no names
but you ho ass n-ggas ain’t got no game
f-ck the fame

f-ck the fame….

and f-ck you, ride along wit it
i’m infamous out here on these hoes
you ain’t know
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by no way, shape or form am i famous out here
i’m infamous out here on you hoes
and i know you know, you only famous when you dead, b-tch

- esham

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