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Oh my god, he's so famous Oh my god, I'm so famous Oh my god, we're so famous It's too easy Draw— bang!— while the dummies re-load If you wanna win the game, why not use the cheat code Check out all the suckers stuck in traffic on high road While you're doing 90 with your wide load on the shoulder You could get to Scotland in a hot sec If you're ready to go swimming in the fuckin Loch Ness If you knuckle up, swinging at the fuckin wasp nest Let the competition drop like a pretty prom dress Go buck, folks love a hot mess Who gives a fuck who you fuck in the process Want press? We love it when you're shameless We want to make you famous Click click I heard a camera flash That pic worth two stacks, so run my cash In the morning you hoes'll be nameless As for me and my crew— famous Oh my god, he's so famous Oh my god, I'm so famous Oh my god, we're so famous It's too easy You make em look at you and make em say ooh You get the duchets yeah you make em pay you You fill your pockets and they cannot say boo You don't have to like it But your rent they're gonna hike it Doesn't take a psychic You know that's the way that it is You don't gotta fight it Get the crowd excited Get the flame ignited Will you grab em by the heart (They won't let me go) Are you gonna play your part (baby, every show) Were you born to be a star (You already know) Click click I heard a camera flash Show me three stacks and I'll shake some ass By tomorrow you hoes'll be nameless As for me and my crew— famous Oh my god, I'm so famous! Oh my god, we're so famous! It's too easy Look at my outrage I'm so mad I might just park you on the front page Make you sit there til you really had a good think Man the devil really thought he had us hoodwinked Winking all the way, to the belly of the piggybank, full Horns to the china if you're really that bull Let the sheep keep bleating while you're slanging that wool What stunts are you will to pull How far would you go for some access How tight is your back pressed to the wall? Baby Could you lie with your whole chest? Warm blood, turn it cold flesh I'm appalled You might run the carnival But I'm clicking on your article (oh no) Thinking I'm the better man But you're living in my head again (oh, oh no)
Writer(s): George Watsky, Kushagra Mody, Unknown Composer Author, Garth Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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