Famous Songtext
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Famous Songtext
She said that she wanna be famous
She got all my songs in her playlist, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
Can′t fuck with that bitch, she too basic
I'm surrounded by so many pretty faces, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
I get money now they say that I′m Freemason (I am)
Margiela Tabi got no laces
Rollie on my wrist, yeah, it's adjacent
I need your love baby, that is what I'm chasin′, ooh-ooh
Baby, come with me tonight
Let′s start over, let's not fight
Hop in my Wraith, baby, let′s go ride
Don't change up, baby, don′t change up
I'm so tired of fake love
I get racks, yeah, I count up
At the club all night, yeah
We don′t gotta go
Famous, she just wanna be famous
This love feels so aimless, yeah
This love feels so aimless, yeah
She just wanna be famous, oh-oh
Wanna be famous, yeah
She just wanna be famous, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Baby, we can fly first class, tell me where you wanna go
Used to have no money, devil to my soul
Iced out baguettes, neck on froze
You know I want the best for you, bought a Louis coat
She a bad bitch, yeah, she really on go, on go, on go, on go, on go
She said that she wanna be famous
She got all my songs in her playlist, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
Can't fuck with that bitch, she too basic
I'm surrounded by so many pretty faces, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
She got all my songs in her playlist, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
Can′t fuck with that bitch, she too basic
I'm surrounded by so many pretty faces, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
I get money now they say that I′m Freemason (I am)
Margiela Tabi got no laces
Rollie on my wrist, yeah, it's adjacent
I need your love baby, that is what I'm chasin′, ooh-ooh
Baby, come with me tonight
Let′s start over, let's not fight
Hop in my Wraith, baby, let′s go ride
Don't change up, baby, don′t change up
I'm so tired of fake love
I get racks, yeah, I count up
At the club all night, yeah
We don′t gotta go
Famous, she just wanna be famous
This love feels so aimless, yeah
This love feels so aimless, yeah
She just wanna be famous, oh-oh
Wanna be famous, yeah
She just wanna be famous, yeah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Baby, we can fly first class, tell me where you wanna go
Used to have no money, devil to my soul
Iced out baguettes, neck on froze
You know I want the best for you, bought a Louis coat
She a bad bitch, yeah, she really on go, on go, on go, on go, on go
She said that she wanna be famous
She got all my songs in her playlist, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
Can't fuck with that bitch, she too basic
I'm surrounded by so many pretty faces, oh-oh
This love feels so aimless
Writer(s): Jaron Boyer, Rose Falcon, Lindsay Elisabeth Ell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com