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Cuz I'm Famous

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Cuz I'm Famous

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Girl, where ya' goin' (where ya' goin')

Paul Wall:

Paul Wall, Two cups, hold up

I pull up on them thangy thangs, sitting crooked

They watch me like a Laker game, I caught ya' lookin'

Cup purple like the Laker game, extra muddy

With a middle finger up in the air, up to everybody who judgin'

If you talkin' down then you need to kill that shit abruptly

Walk up in this motherfucker like, "Fuck you, double cut me,"

Listen bro, trust me, it's the dough that make them lust me

They'd rather be with me because your rusty jewelry is dusty

I'm too up in this Mountain Dew, leaning off the DJ Screw

Boppers yeah I keep a few, I'm fresher than the morning news

Prada shades, exclusive view, Italian shoes I gotta slew

If ya' think I ain't the shit, then bitch you must be sniffin' glue

Fuchsia is my favorite hue, and codeine is the cause (hold up)

I change my cars everyday, like I change my drawers

I swear to God I hate you haters like I hate the laws

Hot boxing with your broad, got kush smoke out my exhaust

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your name is

I know you jockin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous

Keep the chrome on my waist bitch, ain't gon' say shit

Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

Hopsin:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo

Critics telling me I rap too foul

I throw them off like a gap-toothed smile

When I dropped raw, I dropped jaws

In 2013 and I'm coming in with a brand new sound

Who the hell got something to say?

How many fake motherfuckers am I crushing today?

I'm trying to handle my prey

Eat up or my stomach will ache

And brace when I let my steez rub in your face

Can we all just get along?

To me, I get a little violent

Niggas be wildin', talking a gang of shit when I ain't lookin'

But when I see them they stay silent

Why is the world filled with a whole bunch of morons?

I'm in the middle feeling trapped like I'm Zordon

I know it's a cold planet but fuck it I'm still chilling with my sandals and shorts on

Making a fortune, watching whores cum, fucking them raw make them get abortions

Here's a line of cocaine, you should snort some

I'm the new rapper brainwashing your son

I'm just trying to make everything more fun

See, I do this strictly out of boredom

So I guess I'm like every other rapper making some bullshit

Just so you can buy it and give me more funds

Fuck those niggas, I'm much more iller

Every couple of seconds my nuts grow bigger

When I get spotted by women they get the itching to hop on Twitter so they can upload pictures

I'm usually willing to give it up, go figure

I got a girl, so I just don't give a fuck

Hop into your car and blast it, for the bars of madness

Cuz I'm far from average

I'm famous bitch!

Yelawolf:

They done let that killer out the cage, give me the keys Forrest

Catfish Billy got a pump shotgun, shells full of that norris chump

Cowboy boot-kick motherfuckers to the floor because I'm bored as fuck

Coors to crush, cans to crack, doors to rush, jam packed

Brother work hard, more to look than looking, they is lucky to know me

Buddy I'm an alcoholic, and a workaholic

I'mma work this paint, paint on a canvas

Also, a punk with a Dupont bucket, full of mossy green

Dammit, camouflage on the beat

I done lost my team, I'm hard to manage

Let me put it to you simple, I own this fucking house

I'm a pioneer, look these are just my clones that are popping out

I must've been abducted when I was in Alabama

Me and swamp fox, I swear I saw it

Changing channels, looking for Dukes of Hazzard

Between Rap City and Dixie Flags

I don't know if I'm fishin', huntin' or puttin' tags on bass and bucks

Mountin' or roundin' the fuckin' masses, into a lake

So they can take a public bath in

Subjects that I intertwine with lines with such a stack

Get double bagged by MCs, haters they chuckle, laugh and choke

It's such a gaff to me

I fill a machete with critic croaks, suck on that

Shit is dope, I'm popping, it's bubble wrap, folks

It ain't been this abusive since that single that Bubba had, nope

Yeller!

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