My Buddy

Deuce

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    Give me that fame, give me that money
    (Yeah, that's what I want, all that shit)
    Got no shame for these dummies
    (Fuck no, motherfuckers, fucking pussies)
    Give me that fame, give me that money
    (Yeah, yeah! Uh-huh, uh-huh!)
    This is my game, don't act funny
    (It's my game, bitch, yeah, come on!)

    Give me that fame, give me that money
    I got no shame for these dummies
    Out of my way, you ain't my buddy
    You sure as hell ain't gonna get lucky
    Give me that fame, give me that money
    This is my game, don't act funny
    Call me insane, that's right, buddy
    It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy

    It's payback for shit you pulled way back
    Playback to when I got played, matt
    Say that just to keep the pain painless
    Now my middle finger's up in the air, I raise that
    Shit's changing like a fucking rude awakening
    No more playing, no more undertaking
    Can you hear the articulation?
    Are these words getting through to you inside of your head, man?

    Fee-fi-fo-fum, dum-diddy-dum
    How many dumb motherfuckers wanna get some?
    You can't take this from under my thumb
    This rap game ain't leaving till I'm outdone
    Run, run, you don't want none, punk
    Jump, jump when I'm right out front
    Pop that trunk, boy, here I come, duck
    Better check yourself 'fore you come up here, chump

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    It's one for the haters all across the globe
    Two for the labels trying to stop the show
    Three for the homies trying to take the throne
    Get ready, set, let's go

    Oh no, look who's 'bout to go loco
    No more being scared of these bozos
    Told you that I'm all about mo' dough
    Popos even bump my shit, so don't
    Go broke, give a fuck about your hoe
    Show no fear just so you don't know
    Row, row, row your boat, don't go so
    I'm so close to, swear, ask dojos
    I was born and raised, right in socal
    With some crazy ass motherfucking nobles
    Get up off my fucking shoulders
    I'm spitting that shit, ain't nobody go home, man

    Folgers in the morning with all my soldiers
    I ain't even got to, I told ya'
    You can't say "hold up"
    Bring all the faggot ass foes on

    Watch me while they all say "omg!"
    In the back, fist-bumping that mp3
    I'm not a criminal, I'm just the one behind the scene
    Arrested just for flowing on the beat
    Look what these people made me out to be
    They don't know what it's like to be
    Go get them, dawg, let them know it's over, g
    Ooh-wee, money over everything

    Oh, damn you almost got me there, that was a close one
    I know you want me but you can't me get, bitch ass faggot

    Give me that fame!
    (That's what I want, bitch)
    Give me that money!
    (All that shit)
    Got no shame!
    (Fucking dummies)
    For these dummies!
    (Fucking posers!)
    Give me that fame, give me that money
    This is my game, don't act funny
    Call me insane, that's right, buddy
    It's raining now, it's gonna get muddy

    Fucking bitch, you're my little bitch
    Little fucking doggy
    I got you on the fucking leash, you little bitch
    Yeah, nah-nah, it's not over yet, bitch

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    Composición: Aron Erlichman

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