Doe B - Make You Famous (Ft. Rel Da Real) [Lyrics/Paroles]

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Doe B - Make You Famous (Ft. Rel Da Real)


Eighty karats in my charm, lord forgive me

When they see what’s on my arm, they gon kill me


Bad bitches scream, niggas they feel me

Hundred hoes one day I’m Wilt Chamberlain bitch

We sling chains like slaves, i’m gon hang me a nigga

Three chopper KKK, i’m gon sling me a nigga

Put you on the front pages, make you famous little nigga

[Verse 1:]

Pull up in some foreign, gettin on with some foreign

You know a nigga armed, mus gon see what’s on my arm

Niggas wanna be famous, throwing bricks [?]

Take that same brick put it on his head

By tomorrow her be gone

Your life ain’t worth a auto, stretch off in a Rari

Shoppin spree in NYC, i’m ballin like i’m Stoudamire

Niggas talking yadaya, till I let that yamaha

Turn all a you pussy niggas to ghostes like a R’n’R

Rolls Royce, no choice

Put you on the news tomorrow

If you [?], if you famous

Turn you into a fallin star

Smoke you like a Mardi Gras

Rest in peace to Bob nigga

Rep the show and killed yo hoe

Rest in peace yo [?]


[Verse 2:]

If you don’t wanna fuck

Bitch i’m from the slum

Ain't neva had shit these niggas hate me you get some

I spent some stack, I went and cashed out on a auto

He doing bad I know cause he got mad as soon as he saw it

I push them niggas hard, my wrist shining so hard

All these racks on my arm got niggas wanna do me harm

These niggas hate me, bitches fake man everybody frost

But we ain’t go play it, ain't no way bitch we go get you [?]

Cause this ain’t what you want, no this ain’t what you want

I’m making plays you got that cake bitch i got what you want

I’ll make you famous put you in the paper on the front

You see these diamonds Patrick Swayze

Eighty karats in my charm


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