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fuck da fame - esham lyrics

not your b*tch ass n*gga

natas…b*tch it ain’t what you think
ain’t for your ho ass anyway

young millionaire on top of the world
i don’t give a f*ck, i lost my girl
i f*cked all her friends ’cause i’m cut like that
esham’s back with the murder rap
i didn’t give a f*ck about the n*gga that popped me
y’all n*ggas want me dead but y’all still can’t stop me
i’m saying f*ck the world, n*gga f*ck what you heard
i don’t need this bullsh*t i can buy me a bird
flip a key to a g is all about money
in the d*e*t ain’t sh*t funny
i would murder your ass if i get the chance
i could give a f*ck less if your b*tch don’t dance
n*gga i get money all godd*mn day
so what the f*ck a n*gga like you gon’ say
ain’t no love and this sh*t is like a godd*mn game
cause i’m all about cash flow, punk assho’

f*ck the fame….

i hate the way you kiss a n*gga d*ck when you see me
i think deep down inside yo’ ho ass wanna be me
i got no time for you b*tches playing these ho ass games
if you f*ck or make love b*tch it’s all the same
f*ck a ho and her mama i ain’t got no time
no need to be lyin’ b*tch you ain’t mine
see b*tch, i know a n*gga you f*ck and i hate
so you could never set me up and make murder my fate
money make a n*gga suffer even though i got dough
it make a n*gga never know, you see i’ll never know
about you ho ass n*ggas that be plottin’ to k!ll me
jealousy is in your eyes and you still can’t feel me
ho ass joint worker, never bought an ‘o’
you looking at a millionaire and b*tch you don’t know
you 5 dollar boy and i’m a million dollar man
with the presidential rolex on my hand
f*ck the fame….

only famous mother f*ckers that i know in the pen
and they was even more famous before they went in
young n*ggas getting money straight puttin in work
all the sh*t i been through make you go to church
n*gga f*ck that sh*t you talkin’ ’bout
if you can’t back it up, best to walk it out
i’m from the east side n*gga off mack and chene
where n*ggas don’t give a f*ck about no fame
i was raised in the hood where crime pays
where n*ggas get checked for their cartiers
n*gga run that sh*t, ho give that here
and this type of sh*t happen every year
so that’s why i’m all about my mail man
cause n*ggas want to see me in jail man
f*ck the fame, and n*ggas i ain’t sayin’ no names
but you ho ass n*ggas ain’t got no game
f*ck the fame

f*ck the fame….

and f*ck you, ride along wit it
i’m infamous out here on these hoes
you ain’t know
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by no way, shape or form am i famous out here
i’m infamous out here on you hoes
and i know you know, you only famous when you dead, b*tch

- esham lyrics

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