Los Cj - F*ck The Fame lyrics

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Los Cj - F*ck The Fame lyrics

PRODUCED BY LOS CJ [Verse 1: Akaey] I'm deep in this they gonna love this Ima drop this they gonna miss this I'm switchin lanes just spittin flames Got mad hoes don't know they names Pa**in' dil*os to these p**y n***as These f** n***as is fake n***as Cut gra** shorter no snake n***as Give a cold shoulder to these lame n***as This my game chasing guap til we stackin' figures Middle fingers to them popos These lame n***as gets no shows I'm blowin' up like how i suppose This black magic this black rose This track i'm on will live on Til Akaey the don Til i'm somethin' like Phenomenon Yo girl came she gave water to my strange fruit Got stuck on it, freed her then she s**ed on it I could see her, thoughts on it, her thoughts on me Good dick she gonna tweet about it That loyal sh** she not about it I know a freak when i see one and she one That good brain i got it then pa**ed it to the homies She got more bodies than the cemetery That beef sh** its unnecessary Couldn't f** with me i'ma visionary And that's permanently i came clear like a legendary B o double s but i murder sh** ima mercenary sh** easy, my team on my back we been ready I see envy nothin' new to me In this rap pack it was guarantee I got better they got bitter gave no f**s I knows better, i ,i i gave no f**s i knows better [Verse 2: Pacii] I get money I f** b**hes Can't trust n***as they all snitches I rock louie i rock gucci I rock hoes in my jaccuzi My squad with me We riding in your city I stay strapped got the Glock on me Its my time got the clock on me I gave her one night now she stuck on me Shorty wanna f** on me But she can only s** on me Pa** her to the guys She wanna work it out Ion wanna exercise I wanna get this paper I swear its my hobby I'm tryna do it big get a house with a lobby Im sending hella clips to any n***a tryna rob me I swear i'm like rocky ya n***as can not stop me n***as wanna drop me cause they b**hes wanna top me n***a we ain't talking if money ain't the topic Ya silly like a comic i'm the bomb like atomic Riding with my young n***as Better watch your tongue n***a Please dont come wrong n***a Guns that make no sound n***a We leave you laying around n***a SV you know the name No referee i run the game Im s**a free you a f**ing lame Ion trust a b**h you all the same Akaey and pacii we spitting flames We love money man f** the fame