Make You Famous lyrics

[Chorus:]
Eighty karats in my charm, lord forgive me
When they see what’s on my arm, they gon kill me
[?]
Bad b*tches scream, n*ggas they feel me
Hundred hoes one day I’m Wilt Chamberlain b*tch
We sling chains like slaves, i’m gon hang me a n*gga
Three chopper KKK, i’m gon sling me a n*gga
Put you on the front pages, make you famous little n*gga

[Verse 1:]
Pull up in some foreign, gettin on with some foreign
You know a n*gga armed, mus gon see what’s on my arm
n*ggas 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
n*ggas talking yadaya, till I let that yamaha
Turn all a you pus*y n*ggas 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 n*gga
Rep the show and killed yo hoe
Rest in peace yo [?]
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[Verse 2:]
If you don’t wanna f*ck
b*tch i’m from the slum
Ain't neva had sh*t these n*ggas 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 n*ggas hard, my wrist shining so hard
All these racks on my arm got n*ggas wanna do me harm
These n*ggas hate me, b*tches fake man everybody frost
But we ain’t go play it, ain't no way b*tch 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 b*tch 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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