Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fame, artist - Just Juice. Album song The Gold Lining, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Just Juice
Song language: English
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 |