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TRAVIS BARKER lyrics : "Cuz I'm Famous"

(Feat. Paul Wall, Hopsin, Yelawolf & Scoop Deville)




[Intro] (X2)
Girl, where ya' goin' (where ya' goin')


[Verse 1: 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 %#@! abruptly
Walk up in this motherf**ker like, "$#&@ 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 %#@!, then bi**h 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

[Hook] (X2)

Girl, where ya' goin, who ya' came with, what your name is
I know you trackin', cause I'm famous, cause I'm famous
Keep the chrome on my waist bi**h, ain't gon' say %#@!

Riding around in my spaceship, man I'm wasted

[Verse 2: 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 bars in 2013 and I'm coming in with a brand new sound
Who the hell got something to say?
How many fake motherf**kers 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
^!$$%s be wildin', talking a gang of %#@! 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 f**k it I'm still chilling with my sandals and shorts on
Making a fortune, watching !@^%s###, f**king 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 bull%#@!
Just so you can buy it and give me more funds
$#&@ those ^!$$%s, 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 f**k
Hop into your car and blast it, for the bars of madness
Cuz I'm far from average

I'm famous bi**h!

[Hook] (X2)


[Verse 3: 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 motherf**kers to the floor because I'm bored as f**k
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 f**king 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 f**kin' 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
%#@! is dope, I'm popping, it's bubble wrap, folks
It ain't been this abusive since that single that Bubba had, nope
Yeller!


[Hook] (X2)

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