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famous - mozzy lyrics

[intro]
ju-ju-june on the beat
june on the beat

[chorus: iamsu!]
she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is

[verse 1: mozzy]
cuticles in the carti’s, i’m just clearin’ my vision
pushin’ the ill line to count millions with n-ggas
the homies ain’t put you on, blood remember them n-ggas
paperwork surfaced, quit defendin’ them n-ggas, huh?
y’all pretend to be k!llers to keep it jiggy
drum on the yeeky, it’s litty, that b-tch pretty
sacramento n-gga, been standin’ up for the city
with the right to bear arms, we blammied up in the city, you hear me?
keep a roll of pink fifties, all crispy
way of life risky, i can sense some sh-t fishy
dope on the digi’, we bag it then ship it out
we hoppin’ inside of foreigns, we baggin’ and spinnin’ out, right

[verse 2: yo gotti]
shout out to mozzy, i just jumped out a masi
with a draco in the louis and the gang in the lobby
still rich crips with me, i never left n0body
i done made n-ggas rich and you ain’t help n0body
and it’s blood on my name n-gga, f-ck the fame n-gga
so plan your funeral, ’cause that come with my chain n-gga (on god)
and the b-tch wanna f-ck for some change n-gga (how much?)
to me that sh-t pennies, but it’s lame n-gga
big gangster, no bandana though (none)
i took my b-tch from oakland (what else?)
had a threesome with my atlanta ho (okay)
lam’ truck, but i really want the phantom though (frrt)
rich n-gga, f-ck i’m thinkin’, i can have ’em both (beep)

[chorus: iamsu!]
she just wanna f-ck with me cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is

[verse 3: dej loaf]
he just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m the one
he got all the drugs and i got all the guns
he know i’m from detroit, he know i get the job done
i pull up with them b-tches, them n-ggas go crazy for
dej loaf, little smooth -ss dej loaf
have a n-gga on the leash, he do what i say so
left the ghost runnin’, i might pull up in a tank though
tank on, got these b-tches p-ssed like a race horse
from the d to the a to the bay (i know)
that’s, that’s me, su, and k camp
no way, no sir, i don’t let the fame get to me (i don’t let the fame)
but you gotta be kiddin’ me

[chorus: iamsu! & dej loaf]
she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is
she just wanna f-ck with me ’cause i’m famous
closet full of fly sh-t, that’s what them bands did
n-ggas hatin’ on me, it don’t even make sense
put the rollie on my wrist so they know what time it is

[outro]
’cause they know what time it is
ju-ju-june on the beat
june on the beat

- mozzy lyrics

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