CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Nayt - Fame
Yeah
3D baby
This guys be like "Shut up, I'm rich
Daddy, look how I snort, I wear Vuitton
I just want to make bingo after bingo
I bang, I thrust, I pretend the cops are ringing, bro, ding-dong"
Lindor, I made this chocolate, yes, for you, don’t eat that sh*t
More vulgar 'cause I'm more straight
I’m doing this sh*t great, and I'm doing it alone, bro, in-door
If I see someone comparing me to a Mr. Nobody again
I'm gonna f**k him up
I don't quit smoking, I don't quit and I take
I rape your career, I tear it apart and I throw it in a pit
Cheer up, bro, you with your loca life
I'm with my 'no' life, I close a new rhyme
I’ve got just one pencil, but I write until it becomes indelible
I’m both Kendrick and Eminem, I'll make a revolution in Italy
I’m a victim of my ego, but yes, I'm gonna get up again
They make a toast with their glasses, ich!
I'm a bit drunk, I dream of going up
But I'm the son of a son of a b*t*h, nothing more
I’m 23, I should be talking about b*t*hes and weed
About how much I want to have fun with my bros behind me
About how much they're dope, 'cause some of them are in jail
I can't have fun, I just have my mother
I've been listening to you and to how bad you rap for weeks
I've come, I've got whatever you think of
Lots of various goods, no, I don't talk about drugs
The rap game is a b*t*h, but it truly has to be deflowered
To get this guys excited you have to be fake
After I come to your show, just cicadas stay
Everything that I say I really think it
You don't hear any bullsh*t to decifrate, bro
3D baby
This guys be like "Shut up, I'm rich
Daddy, look how I snort, I wear Vuitton
I just want to make bingo after bingo
I bang, I thrust, I pretend the cops are ringing, bro, ding-dong"
Lindor, I made this chocolate, yes, for you, don’t eat that sh*t
More vulgar 'cause I'm more straight
I’m doing this sh*t great, and I'm doing it alone, bro, in-door
If I see someone comparing me to a Mr. Nobody again
I'm gonna f**k him up
I don't quit smoking, I don't quit and I take
I rape your career, I tear it apart and I throw it in a pit
Cheer up, bro, you with your loca life
I'm with my 'no' life, I close a new rhyme
I’ve got just one pencil, but I write until it becomes indelible
I’m both Kendrick and Eminem, I'll make a revolution in Italy
I’m a victim of my ego, but yes, I'm gonna get up again
They make a toast with their glasses, ich!
I'm a bit drunk, I dream of going up
But I'm the son of a son of a b*t*h, nothing more
I’m 23, I should be talking about b*t*hes and weed
About how much I want to have fun with my bros behind me
About how much they're dope, 'cause some of them are in jail
I can't have fun, I just have my mother
I've been listening to you and to how bad you rap for weeks
I've come, I've got whatever you think of
Lots of various goods, no, I don't talk about drugs
The rap game is a b*t*h, but it truly has to be deflowered
To get this guys excited you have to be fake
After I come to your show, just cicadas stay
Everything that I say I really think it
You don't hear any bullsh*t to decifrate, bro
