| , ya see that?
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| , over there in the corner?
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| , that’s the Hall of Fame
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| , put your picture because you’re (famous)
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| You want it and you got it
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| (You know why?) because you’re (famous)
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| You want it and you got it
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| (They gon' ride) because you’re (famous)
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| You want it and you got it
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| And they’ll try 'cause you know
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| They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that’s on your finger
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| They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
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| All your friends’ll tell ya that you’re goin through some changes
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| Tryin to count your pockets, tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you’re
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| (famous)
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| You want it and you got it, yeah, you got it
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| Come on man, look
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| You can’t believe a groupie, she’ll be tellin you that she wanna
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| Go and tell the media that you took the nookie from her
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| Daughter and the mother (both), smarter than a mother
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| Blonde is the color, dye their hair then they act like «Dumb and Dumber»
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| Lookin for the pipe and you just tryin to be a plumber
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| They got to be the DJ for them to say that you was drummer
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| Be famous if you wanna, you gonna be worse than Jeffrey Dahmer
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| Everybody wonder, how could you decapitate your Hummer?
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| For summer after summer, one will have to be your number
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| 'Cause they gon' say your done if you come any number under
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| 'Cause you’re (famous), be famous if you wanna
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| They shootin at the club and they gonna name you as the gunner
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| 'Cause you’re (famous), be famous if you wanna
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| I hope you got a lawyer that could beat it like a drummer (famous)
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| Me? |
| You know me, ha
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| The one, the only, hey homie
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| Fame ain’t the problem, it’s the one’s that pho-ny
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| The game ain’t the problem, just the ones be-fore me
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| Hate on your brothers, yet claim they O.G.'s
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| But deal your worst hand, who gon' fold me?
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| This where the platinum and gold be and Cham' told me
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| They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that’s on your finger
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| They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
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| All your friends’ll tell ya that you’re goin through some changes
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| Tryin to count your pockets, tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you’re
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| (famous)
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| , you want it and you got it (I got it), yeah, you got it
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| I started so, far underground, thought I’d never see the light
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| But I ain’t even need the lime, I just had to see a mic
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| And now they got me in the mags, baby don’t believe the hype
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| Catch me at award shows, boys can’t perceive I’m nice
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| So I’m a put it in they face like proof of seein Christ
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| Now guess who gettin cake, need proof? |
| You see the ice
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| Okay, okay, I see ya finally graduated up to ridin tour bus
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| All the groupies in it, they gon' tell you that it’s the whore bus
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| Tell me how the heck can any groupie not adore us?
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| Hoppin out the yellow Lamborghinis with the doors up
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| Haha, you gon' be buyin Lamborghinis with your tour bucks? |
| (yeah)
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| Then you’ll probably say you’re out of money when the tour’s up (aw man)
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| Spend it on your jewels, your arm lookin like a cool cup
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| Man, we spend it on them tools too, naw we ain’t fool-ish
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| 'Cause God’s plan man is already scripted
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| Can’t jump the B-wagon and already missed it
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| Shit and if you missed it, (hey), you just missed it
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| Dig it? |
| My style I already switched it (already)
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| Young, black and gifted
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| And if fame is a drug, I need the whole World addicted
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| They gon' see the platinum pinky ring that’s on your finger
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| They gon' see you pull up in the old school with the swangers
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| All your friends’ll tell ya that you’re goin through some changes
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| Tryin to count your pockets, tryin to see what your change is, 'cause you’re
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| (famous)
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| , you want it and you got it, yeah, you got it
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| Look, tell the truth (truth), the game ain’t as cool as I thought it’d be
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| They saw me in the Forbes, everybody tellin me they diggin me
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| All my enemies say that a friend’s what they consider me
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| I turn my back, they take the knife and try to stab it into me
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| I’m pullin 'em off the lot (where they at?), doin diddley
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| Squat and now I got plenty haters tryin to get at me
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| So what is you gonna do when they see you with me in Italy
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| And paparazzi pictures picture you as the epitome?
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| A superstar, literally, followin you like Brit-aney
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| How the heck you tell me you can handle that, you kiddin me?
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| You’re famous |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Famous, artist - Chamillionaire. Album song Mixtape Messiah 7, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп