Fame - Just Juice, Della kinetic

Fame

Splash, splatter at the mad rappers

Spilling liquor, got a bad habit

Put your money back son

I’d rather shat a little whack dreams

And your chitter chatter really isn’t mattering

The couple dougies, cook her fuck her up and put them on a platter

Fucking jay you dela, son is small and fatter

I be lankey taller, and we balling passing

Rhythm off with a bat

Lot of motherfuckers all talk on the track

This apocalypse, rap smash they all whack

Put them off the map, we laugh on

Let the bottles crack, I let them swallow sack

While I swallow the jack, I’m a little pass my limit

I’m hollering madness in the whip mashing

Hundred five on the dash, cut the grass low

Fin the killer snake ass

Fame, get that money so it ain’t a problem

So the bitches holler for the fame

Double your cup, what?

Get your buzz up

You know that you bugging for fame

This what they want right?

This what they want right?

Give them that raw life, fame

Give them that raw life, fame

But that’s tell them all