Lyrics

World Famous
It's with an X, ****
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Alright, yeah (World Famous)
What the fuck you mean you ain't got no money?
If I ain't got it at the crib, then I got it on me
Four-five, leave holes in a **** sizes of pepperoni
I can't send the lo' to my crib, just meet me at the Coney
Young ****, but I'm the real deal, man, you **** phony
You can't tell me that yourself real, you just gotta show me
I'ma look out for you just one time, you ain't gotta owe me
I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, if you think about it, I just love brodie
I don't really trip on pape'
You spend that shit and get it back, that's just the risk you take
My brother keep the SLR on him, yeah, the expensive K
Thick tires on the TRX, this bitch Michelin made
I just pissed brodie off, ****, fix your face
And then I broke the **** jaw and told him fix his face
You got all poodles in your camp, we got pits this way
His car had a lift, the chop hit it, now it don't sit the same
****, I don't understand it
You got some money, spent it on yourself, but nothin' for your family
Catch a opp kid on the way to school, then offer him some candy
Snatch the lil' **** up and then hold his ass up for ransom
Yeah, it can really get like that
They be like, "When you started actin'?" Bitch, it been like that
Take a lil' **** gun, make his mama get his pistol back
I hate when motherfuckers try to tell me somethin', bitch, I been through that
****, it just don't seem like it
My brother dropped his cup up on the floor and had a lean crisis
The switch up on the Glock shoot so fast, it just seem silent
I don't even wanna touch your ass, have a fiend fight you
I'm doin' verses right now
Youngest **** doin' it, but I'm turntest right now
My **** leanin' in the booth, he off a Perky right now
I know **** fucked up that'd hurt you for a thousand
Yeah, I know that shit crazy, that's just the life we live
**** either fucked up or got no wife or kids
Make him work for it, if you give it to him, he gon' bite your hand
Catch you **** out, beat your ass, and then ice your man
Yeah, it can really get like that
They be like, "When you started actin'?" Bitch, it been like that
Take a lil' **** gun, make his mama get his pistol back
I hate when motherfuckers try to tell me somethin', bitch, I been through that
Yeah, it can really get like that
Don't be somebody that you not, you can't get like that
Just dumped a whole bag up in Saks, that's why my 'fit like that
I got real **** energy, that's why my bitch like that
It's with an X, ****
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Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell
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