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I do it I do Oh, sh- God Finally famous, nigga I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what You gonna get any time you fucking with us Finally Famous, what's up? Yeah It's Finally Famous over everything Yeah That's over you too Little hoes D-Town, yeah, yeah I'm on the Westside of my city riding around like a tour guide With a white girl, she got a tongue ring And that might as well be a bullseye She half naked walking around this Bitch almost thought I was poolside Tryna raw dog my like a tube top but that's suicide One time for my niggas who made something outta nothing 'Cause you could lose it all, my nigga, look at David Ruffin, yup "You could lose it twice as fast as you got it Got it," that's what my grandma told me You gotta be a dumb, dumb, dumb motherfucker Not to listen to what you hear from the OGs Rolling OG 'til I G-O, yeah, G-O, nigga, add a O-D That's what I rep, nigga, 'til I OD collecting Everything that this world owe me I told my mama, "Grab you any kind of car Girl, 'cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are." Back To it, to the game I am committed, my intentions stay persistent Working overtimes like we get paid off commission And my wrist is ri-riskless, man, I ain't got time like my wristlit No bitch fit, this a fit, bitch, your Only job is to make me feel terrific I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what You gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Real niggas, wassup? Bad bitches, wassup? D-Town, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Know we going strong, we'll be going Going, going, going, gone 'til we on I'm on the Eastside of my city riding around like it's Doomsday And if you keep pushing my buttons Might fuck around and be a Tune Day Don't let go of her hand or it might be Big Sean in her womb day "Congratulations, dog," man, that's what the whole room say I want money and security for all of my descendants We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented If you don't fuck with my songs, man You gotta fuck with the intention Tryna get my fam and friendses behind Benzes and Cartier lenses Whoa, I believe I can fly, I believe I'm the man, I believe in God Man, they sending shots, shots, shots Shots like they don't believe I can die Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop A legend in the making, fuck whoever tell me I'm not I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the Best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best Drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that's what you Gonna get anytime you fucking with us Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Real niggas, wassup? Bad bitches, wassup? D-Town, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Finally Famous, wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Know we going strong, we'll be going Going, going, going, gone 'til we on
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