Ta - Congratulations lyrics

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Ta - Congratulations lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Ho! Yeah Coca I can make you famous, ow~! We live from Zip's in Harlem tonight Two in the mornin (c'mon) Krillz! Yeah, yo, yo [Fat Joe] He thinks he's A, she thinks she's VA Singin in the mirror they think it's ea-sy Blue Lamborghini cause you heard Jeezy Yeah your +Block Is Hot+ but you're not Weezy First cla** flights, star for a night Be like Russell, have a model for a wife See Lorraine Schwartz, go and cop some ice Hey! Even if you're dumb, you'll still be bright Yeah, the red carpet, flashin lights Joan Rivers, shake face lookin extra tight Urbane leisure, lookin next and right And let me guess, man you probably havin s** tonight And you probably gon' give a rapper head tonight And when your dress come off he see the cellulite Then off you go, let the trumpets blow Spotlight is off ya it's the end of the show (y'know) [Hook - sung] Everybody wants to be famous But the famous wants more to be left alone Cause no one really wants to go through these changes Paparazzi snappin pictures at your home Congratulations (woo) baby you're a star (You hear that baby? You're a star, hahaha) Congratulations - the world knows who you are (The world knows you, at least for today) [T.A.] Yo, yo I wanna be like Diddy, I wanna run my city A Billboard in Times Square, see that's me, yeah Best rap album what I'm shootin for every year Pick a place player my name is heavy there It's groupies everywhere and they all want me Even the young ones so I need ID Still ride hat low two-deep in a two-seat When I flow through don't ever try to confuse me I ain't tryin to be rude so excuse me Watch me two step in my brand new Louis' Bounce, bounce bounce on the track Every girl wanna know when T.A. comin back I'm famous, I made it, successful Now I'm less stressful, only eat the best food If you work hard enough your dreams'll come true A star could be me or a star could be you [Hook] [Rico Love] Yeah Yo, too easy y'all, hahaha Yo, hahaha As we said I ain't a boss to not be lyin Now why you b**hes labels got me drivin{?} n***a I'm in orbit, ball a whole bunch You call that mortgage, I call that lunch And I'm so gorgeous, your wife might hunch And I ain't even gotta spike her punch Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend Pen the big hits, I don't even use a pen Hehe, I'm like Luther and them I cheese hard, now they wanna shoot through my grin ... but I got bulletproof cheeks Bust off on her like she got bulletproof sheets Ask B, rope for us Peep the fee, boats are plush And maybe I spoke too much But if you want to win you gotta go through us [Hook]