Lyrics Fame - Just Juice, Della kinetic

Fame

Fame
Splash, splatter at the mad rappers
Spilling liquor, got a bad habit
Put your money back son
I’d rather shat a little whack dreams
And your chitter chatter really isn’t mattering
The couple dougies, cook her fuck her up and put them on a platter
Fucking jay you dela, son is small and fatter
I be lankey taller, and we balling passing
Rhythm off with a bat
Lot of motherfuckers all talk on the track
This apocalypse, rap smash they all whack
Put them off the map, we laugh on
Let the bottles crack, I let them swallow sack
While I swallow the jack, I’m a little pass my limit
I’m hollering madness in the whip mashing
Hundred five on the dash, cut the grass low
Fin the killer snake ass
Fame, get that money so it ain’t a problem
So the bitches holler for the fame
Double your cup, what?
Get your buzz up
You know that you bugging for fame
This what they want right?
This what they want right?
Give them that raw life, fame
Give them that raw life, fame
But that’s tell them all