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the power of madonna (original version) - devon hendryx lyrics

[intro]
-phone ringing-
h-llo
“i need to talk to you”
who’s calling me at 6-o-clock in the morning?
i got sh-t to do
i ain’t got time for this sh-t man
nah f-ck all that man, i don’t got time for this sh-t
it’s too god d-mn early in the morning
i don’t know, i don’t f-cking know
leave me alone man
oh my god
stop, f-cking bringing her up
hold on hold on
what do you mean she’s dead?

d-mn
ah sh-t
(ah sh-t, ah sh-t, ah sh-t)

[verse 1]
yeah, ugh
march 11th, 1997
my n-gg- a. died, most dogs go to heaven
but, what about the pits? the neutered and abused?
what if tramp finds his lady below the heavens like blu?
sh-t, i missed my cue
i was almost a star but they shot me out the sky
in favor of something new
i tell ya, i’m a jerk off, i love f-ckin’
but if you preggo, imma drown that baby and knock the suds off
d-mn, but i ain’t that lucky
i’m just messing around
yo, i’m surprised you’d even f-ck me
i’m probably getting cuffed in the car
and this mc will spend the rest of his life going over these bars (ironic)
and i don’t need a f-cking drug test to tell me i be high
off cocaine and big checks (cocaine and big checks)
in 20 years, when i’m feeling like a fossil (feelin’ like a fossil)
talking to these kids ’bout the good old days
and how this 90s baby made it in 2012
without no cosigns or help
i tell them that it started with a song about jane
a little print of paper, one pen and all caps
i started my career in a cl-ssroom lyin’ about the game
and now i want the fame (fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, i want the fame, who want the fame? i want the fame)

[verse 2]
yeah, yeah, yeah
here’s some people on my “f-ck you list”
every politician and his snotty–ss kids (word)
f-ck chet haze, f-ck asher roth and cold feet
i don’t love brain but i do love p-ssy
cross my path, consider yourself lucky
i’m in a bad mood, bruh
you do not wanna f-ck with me
i’m on seven truth serums worth of face cream
god made me brown but i need a repainting (i need a repainting)
so, f-ck you and f-ck her (f-ck you and f-ck her)
i love clothes, new shoes and fresh perc
so, f-ck biggie, f-ck blu and f-ck murs
real hip hop died when teddy got the boots with the fur
and we all had a hand in it
made a soap box and n-body wanna stand on it (n-body wanna stand on it)
so, for the f-ck of it, i’ll be the next canibus (be the next canibus)
rap my -ss off and still have nothing to show for it
gain a cult following, the pits of p-ssion (pits of p-ssion)
never clear my samples, get sued by janet jackson
walk up to her face like “b-tch, what would michael do?” (b-tch)
rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
get off without paying any royalties
try to talk to her but like pac, she’s avoiding me
but i love you, girl, don’t run from me
i don’t care about your age, girl, you’re lovely

[interlude]
yeah, yeah
it’s all good, cause i’m famous
and i don’t give a f-ck about sh-t…

dévon, if you ever become rich
remember, to use your money wisely
don’t do anything stupid, ok?
f-ck that

[outro]
thank you, thank you, thank you
everybody, thank you
appreciate that, thank you for coming out tonight
it’s been a wonderful show
time to dip out
i got what i came for, i’m f-cking famous
i got money
got money busting out my jeans
i’m gonna put a $20 bill in a vending machine
just to see what happens, you know what i’m saying?
see if i get any change back
ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, i got the fame
(who got the fame?)
i got the fame
ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
i’m gonna f-ck a p-rnstar just because, yeah
i got the fame, b-tch
i got the fame, b-tch
let’s make a s-xtape
ugh, yeah
oh sh-t, all this money, ha ha
do the boss johnson dance ag-
aw, it was a dream
aw, that’s great, that’s great
it was a f-cking dream
false alarm, f-cking dream
godd-mn it

- devon hendryx lyrics

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