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Chiddy Bang

Genres: Hip-Hop

Fame Is For A**holes Lyrics - Chiddy Bang

Yeah, yeah 

First team bitch 

Stop, hoodie time 

 

Bitches bow down, don't even know me 

Told me I'm a dog like Odie 

And I only fuck with crazy girls 

Think I'm home like I'm Brodie 

Made her cum trice like Obie, damn 

So I don't shop at Alexander McQueen (why?) 

I don't even know what that mean 

Tryna live life on an everyday scheme 

The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well 

We don't got that in common (common) 

These bitches want the Action Bronson (Bronson) 

I give a little Magic Johnson 

Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson 

Oh they mad cause I got flow 

And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho 

So my pockets getting bigger like Lovato 

But you ain't got no fuckin' Hoodie in your Serato? 

 

Talk to me, tell me your name 

You want my life, I want the same 

You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be 

You ain't no celebrity, so stop 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

 

Hold up, stop, came here with a mission 

They didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin 

But I don't give a fuck 

no Luck I got 20/20 vision 

I can see like everything he missin' 

Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow 

I'mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out 

Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned 

And I don't ever leave my bed alone 

Tryna tell my future like Cleo 

Tell me I'm the one, treat the kid like he Neo, damn 

Thousand white bitches in the club, that's a kilo 

Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande 

I'm all about the ass and bush 

That's why they lookin' at me like I'm Ashton Kush 

I'm a bastard, look 

I'm a fashion crook 

So let me take your clothes off, bang 

 

Talk to me, tell me your name 

You want my life, I want the same 

You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be 

You ain't no celebrity, so stop 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

 

Stop, Chiddy time 

I hear girl like "come to the telly" 

Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly 

Just walked in, why they lookin' at me doe? 

Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito? 

I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold 

Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole 

First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole 

She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes 

Yeah, since I heard they finish first 

I'mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert 

Clock, clock in you know I always put in work 

Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse 

I don't need to know your accolades 

I could do that shit in half a day 

Act brand new but that's okay 

Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey! 

 

Talk to me, tell me your name 

You want my life, I want the same 

You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be 

You ain't no celebrity, so stop 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be 

You ain't no celebrity, so stop 

'Cause fame is for assholes 

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