Laas Unltd. - Fameb**h lyrics

[Part 1:. Laas Unltd] Eh not hang me on the backpack, I'm chilling at full These b**hes Uh la la like Lauryn Hill Sometimes I f** the skateboard b**hes If it must be also the Casper Emo Suicide b**hes Geb 'me only pure joints as Wiz Khalifa Deja vu, man, where's the f**ing dealer? Every day a new festival Clap the b**hes away as in 'nem action movie What dolls, skinny like a ski pole No matter where I chille - around me is always Weedsmog You want in the backstage Want Fat Lace a s**tape On Frauenfeld, Splash! and the Out4Fame That you were there, was not accidentally You want Laas, because the rucksacks of MCM Regardless, I f** 'up the next Jam [Hook: Fler] Actually you're not as if I know! Actually you're not as if I know! Actually you're not as if I know! You're a b**h Fame Only a b**h Fame You're a b**h Fame (yeah) A Fame b**h [Part 2: Fler] She wants to hit on me, danct before me like Rihanna Before the gigs Groupieschlange gets longer Who do you Think You Are? I do not f** with each Before Fame I was for all the hookers never an issue What Romeo? What Julia? At that time, you have been laughing when I was a loser I know how to get to Cash, b**h You are an Escort b**h f** with me, Jalil and thereafter with Marv Then with Laas and then with my entourage These women have 'ne swatter After blowing Primark again at checkout What Sugar Daddy, I find 'your mother s**y It makes for the three of us like to have a Selfie parked Did the white range in front of the Club You would do anything to make you have that luxury [Hook: Fler] Actually you're not as if I know! Actually you're not as if I know! Actually you're not as if I know! You're a b**h Fame Only a b**h Fame You're a b**h Fame (yeah) A Fame b**h