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famous (remix) - aidcot lyrics

[intro: aidcot & javi3]
ay javi, run me a beat
aight bet

[chorus: aidcot & javi3]
one two, its the mothaf*cken hit song
three four, cos im all up on your b*tch phone
five six, hitting l!cks with the bricks on
seven eight, and i’m all up on your b*tch, wait

[verse 1: javi3 & aidcot]
woah, on my wrist they some big stones
audemars piguet got my wrist froze
if you hoes took yo shot, you would miss those
why you dissin on the gram, you a b*tch though
yeah, you a b*tch though
in the ‘cedes baby you know amg woah
big sh*t on the line this not no free throw
you know all my n*ggas down for the green though, yeah
know we rockin big sticks yeah big chops
finna clean up the floors with the big mop
best believe famous remix gon keep knock
javi aidcot ripped this beat and won’t be stopped
yeah and we won’t be stopped
we gon be on top til we f*cken drop
you ain’t nothing more than some f*cken slop
cos we trappin til the death and f*ck all the opps

[verse 2: aidcot & javi3]
lil baby check my vibe get out my mentions
i need that big foreign whip jus for my henchmen
put the sting on these opps, barry benson
goin dummy on the live, freddie benson
yeah n*gga and i’m all up on them b*tches
exotic sh*t and i’m swimmin with the fishes
i’m on my savage sh*t so do not get offended
i live that lavish sh*t can tell just by my pendant
yeah, watch me makin moves
in the hills rollin deeper than the mariana
i been leavin her on read but yo b*tch she wanna
get in with the squad, oh yeah she trynna
yeah, and we on the top
strictly foreign sh*t cos we always pop
vetements socks when i milly rock
hittin up the shops make em out of stock

[verse 3: javi3 & aidcot]
223 with a beam
yeah that sh*t mean, aimed right at yo spleen
i am a dog don’t call me a fiend
tunnel vision got me headed right to the green
ay and i’m all up on yo b*tch wait
all this gold on my wrist like a p*ss stain
more ice on my wrist like my sh*t sprained
i need two tone pateks not no fake things
yeah not no fake things
i don’t really f*ck with b*tches cos they for the fame
i ain’t really f*ck with b*tches cos they playin games
i got all my n*ggas with me reachin for the fame, yuh
i bathe with tha apes
why u talkin like a grape
but u from a different state
ion bang w a gang i be runnin my own thang
b*tches talk down on me but i’m spittin all this flame

- aidcot lyrics

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