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lirik lagu ’for i get famous (feat.cintentacion) – j.e $osa

for i get famous
i need some bad b-tches
that let me get up in that -n-s
for i get famous
i need mad riches
so moms could forget what pain is
for i get famous
i need get rid of them snitches
cuz i dont some extra f-ckin cases
for i get famous
i need some ice like the fridges
and gucci drippin to the laces
for i get famous
i need to complete my mission
cuz my moms need some m-th-f-ckin papers

for i get famous
i need to get rid of these racists
i need to see some f-ckin changes
no more brenda throwing babies no
no more number 10s in the making no
no chilling back or being lazy
no more violence
no more weapons for the f-ckin childish
no crystal meth weed clients
i don’t need that negative energy around me. no more
i got enough bad memories to make you go loko
i regret every time they joke about using the four four
i remember many rude lines from the po po
and they confusing me for a cholo
and oh no
being pinned to the ground for the first time
i remember it as the worst time
cuz this curse that i’m on wit
won’t let me conquest
keeps me hostage
in an unhealthy cottage
overtaking my conscious
gave me ninth sense
made a pirate
in this hood
for i grow up and die rich
i need to make sure it’s all good
and i need to all this

for i get famous
need to get rid of em rocks
for i get famous
need to be big and 2 pac
for i get famous
need no more 6’s to be c-cked
for i get famous
i need to be mixed in the top
for i get famous
i need a good b-tch on my c-ck

before i get famous
i wanna make a statement
that i’ll never go nameless
i don’t know how many times i gotta say this
yea either they love it or they hate it
they always talk about me
my name stay in they mouth like a d-mn mouthpiece
yea but y’all favorite rappers sounding like jokes
(i’m) feeling like bob marley because i want all the smoke
for their rap career i got the smallest hope
said yo girl loyal but she send signs just like a horoscope
d-ck so good that it hurt her throat
nah but that was a joke
but i need to f-ck a b-tch before i get famous
the way that we balling got you wondering what the game is
yea that n-gga said he hot no wonder why his ice melt
i make her spread her legs then i become mike felps
that ain’t gucci that’s just a light belt
n-gga talkin’ sh-t but he lackin’ on his light bill
yea before i get famous, i want them to know who i am
before i get famous, i want ’em to know i’m the man
before i get famous, i want some real fans
before i get famous, i want loui and gucci
and have my babygirl dripping
and not from her coochie
no black ops but this is my duty
but once we get famous they’ll be some groupies
they just some actors but we ain’t making no movies
all facts and not one opinion

- j e osa

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