Hoodie Allen
Hoodie Allen - Fame Is For Assholes lyrics
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Yeah, yeah First team bitch Stop – hoodie time [Verse 1: Hoodie Allen] Bitches bow down, don’t even know me Told me I’m a dog like Odie And I only fuck with crazy girls like I’m home like I’m Brodie Made her come twice like Obie, damn So I don’t shop at Alexander Mcqueen (why?) I don’t even know what that mean Tryna live life on an everyday scheme The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well We don’t got that in common (common) These bitches want the Action Bronson (Bronson) I give a little Magic Johnson Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson Oh they mad cause I got flow And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho So my pockets getting bigger like Levato But you ain’t got no fuckin’ Hoodie in your Serato? [Hook: Hoodie Allen] Talk to me, tell me your name You are my life, I want the same You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be You ain’t no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes [Verse 2: Hoodie Allen] Hold up, stop, came here with a mission They didn’t pick me first like I’m Griffin But I don’t give a fuck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision I can see like everything he missin’ Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow I’mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned And I don’t ever leave my bed alone Tryna tell my future like Cleo Tell me I’m the one [?], damn Thousand white bitches in the club and tequlio Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande I’m all about the ass and bush That’s why they lookin’ at me like I’m Ashton Kush I’m a bastard, look I’m a fashion crook So let me take your clothes off, bam [Hook: Hoodie Allen] Talk to me, tell me your name You are my life, I want the same You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be You ain’t no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes Cause fame is for assholes [5x] [Verse 3: Chiddy Bang] Stop – Chiddy time I hear girl like “come to the telly” Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly Just walked in, why they lookin’ at me doe? Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito? I got my jacket for you if you attack ho Swack ho, probably gettin’ tail like a tadpole First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes Yeah, since I heard they finish first I’mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert Clock, clock in you know I always put in work Tryna find [?] easy she got designer on her purse I don’t even know your accolades I could do that shit in half a day Act brand new but that’s okay Cause I’m about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey! [Hook: Hoodie Allen] Talk to me, tell me your name You are my life, I want the same You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be You ain’t no celebrity, so stop Cause fame is for assholes