Fame Is For Assholes

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Bitches bow down, don't even know me
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Told me I'm a dog like Odie
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And I only fuck with crazy girls like I'm home like I'm Brody
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Made her come trice like Obie, damn
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  So I don't shop at Alexander McQueen (why?)

I don't even know what that mean
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Tryna live life on an everyday scheme
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The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well
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  We don't got that in common (common)
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These bitches want the Action Bronson (Bronson)

I give a little Magic Johnson
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Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson
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  Oh they mad cause I got flow
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And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho
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So my pockets getting bigger like Lovato
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But you ain't got no fuckin' Hoodie in your Serato?


[Hook]
C           Am
  Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am
  You want my life, I want the same
F                   G
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
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You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C
Cause fame is for assholes


[Verse 2]

Hold up, stop, came here with a mission
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Didn't pick me first like I'm Griffin
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But I don't give a fuck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision
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I can see like everything he missin'
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Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow
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I'mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out
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Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned
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  And I don't ever leave my bed alone
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Tryna tell my future like Cleo
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Tell me I’m the one, treat the kid like he Neo, damn
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Thousand white bitches in the club, that's a kilo
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Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande
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  I'm all about the ass and bush
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That's why they lookin' at me like I'm Ashton Kush
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I'm a bastard, look

I'm a fashion crook
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So let me take your clothes off, damn


[Hook]
          Am
Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am
  You want my life, I want the same
F
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          G N.C.
You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C    Am
Cause fame is for assholes
                     C    Am
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F    G
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F
Cause fame is for assholes


[Verse 3: Chiddy Bang]
N.C.
Stop - Chiddy time
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  I hear girl like "come to the telly"
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Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly
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Just walked in, why they lookin' at me doe?
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Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?
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  I got my jacket for you if you a tad cold
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Swack ho, probably gettin' tail like a tadpole
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First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole
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She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes
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  Yeah, since I heard they finish first
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I'mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert
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Clock, clock in you know I always put in work
      Am
Tryna find her easy she got designer on her purse
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  I don't need to know your accolades
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  I could do that shit in half a day
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Act brand new but that's okay
           G N.C.
Cause I'm about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey!


[Hook]
C           Am
  Talk to me, tell me your name
C                 Am
  You want my life, I want the same
F                   G
  You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          G N.C.
You ain't no celebrity, so stop
                     C    Am
Cause fame is for assholes
                     C    Am
Cause fame is for assholes
                     F
Cause fame is for assholes
                  G
You say that it's meant to be, it's meant to be
F                          N.C.
You ain't no celebrity, so stop