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Kyle - See You When I'm Famous Lyrics
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[ Featuring Too $hort, AzChike ]

Yeah, we some real players, mayne
You know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter if we famous or not
But you better hope I don't come up
'Cause I'm gonna shit on you, bitch

I got a bitch for a bitch (for a bitch), her name Tanya (her name Tanya)
Nigga, what the f*ck is that? I rock designer (I rock designer)
Hey, fake-ass nigga (fake nigga), you made in China (made in China)
And please don't touch that shit, you ain't gon' buy it
I be wiggin', I be trippin', dirty hoes doin' my dishes (they doin' my dishes)
I don't bang, I let the hunnids do the trickin' (do the trickin')
Percolatin', bitch, the Perc' got me itchin' (it got me itchin')
Only took a gram but the sugar got me trippin' (got me)
Keep it kosher, this the Glock or the poker? (or the poker?)
Put the plug on hold and pull a Glock out this holster (out this holster)
Sharp shooters (shar shooters) knock a chip off your shoulder
I been f*ckin' on your mom, that pussy good 'cause she older

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it

Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, she slid wit' it (she slid wit' it)
'Cause she heard I had a million-dollar crib wit' it (million-dollar crib wit' it)
Sent her ugly friend home and I still hit it (I still hit it)
She was hella cool, she was hella chill wit' it (she nice)
Yeah, she said, "I ain't your average fellow"
Got this stick like Donatello, on my way to (?)
In your section with the Henny bottle, ran some
And my only competition is my grandmama's grandson

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it

Do a whole lotta f*ckin' for a little bit of change (broke bitch)
If you do what I say and listen to the game
You could ride like this all day (all day)
And when I'm all in your face, you could still get a taste
Let these motherf*ckers know who you f*ck with (the $hort dawg)
Wipe it up and swallow that nut, bitch (bitch)
If you my chick, you gotta suck dick (suck it bitch)
And miss me with that kissin', all that love shit (you know what it is)
I'm just tryna have a little fun quick
You countin' up the money, what you come with? (What you got, bitch?)
Bring it to the table, you could eat somethin'
If you a broke bitch, you can't get nothin', bitch

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it (she still wit' it)

Holler at your boy
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Yeah, we some real players, mayne
You know what I'm sayin'?
It don't matter if we famous or not
But you better hope I don't come up
'Cause I'm gonna shit on you, bitch

I got a bitch for a bitch (for a bitch), her name Tanya (her name Tanya)
Nigga, what the f*ck is that? I rock designer (I rock designer)
Hey, fake-ass nigga (fake nigga), you made in China (made in China)
And please don't touch that shit, you ain't gon' buy it
I be wiggin', I be trippin', dirty hoes doin' my dishes (they doin' my dishes)
I don't bang, I let the hunnids do the trickin' (do the trickin')
Percolatin', bitch, the Perc' got me itchin' (it got me itchin')
Only took a gram but the sugar got me trippin' (got me)
Keep it kosher, this the Glock or the poker? (or the poker?)
Put the plug on hold and pull a Glock out this holster (out this holster)
Sharp shooters (shar shooters) knock a chip off your shoulder
I been f*ckin' on your mom, that pussy good 'cause she older

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it

Yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah, she slid wit' it (she slid wit' it)
'Cause she heard I had a million-dollar crib wit' it (million-dollar crib wit' it)
Sent her ugly friend home and I still hit it (I still hit it)
She was hella cool, she was hella chill wit' it (she nice)
Yeah, she said, "I ain't your average fellow"
Got this stick like Donatello, on my way to (?)
In your section with the Henny bottle, ran some
And my only competition is my grandmama's grandson

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it

Do a whole lotta f*ckin' for a little bit of change (broke bitch)
If you do what I say and listen to the game
You could ride like this all day (all day)
And when I'm all in your face, you could still get a taste
Let these motherf*ckers know who you f*ck with (the $hort dawg)
Wipe it up and swallow that nut, bitch (bitch)
If you my chick, you gotta suck dick (suck it bitch)
And miss me with that kissin', all that love shit (you know what it is)
I'm just tryna have a little fun quick
You countin' up the money, what you come with? (What you got, bitch?)
Bring it to the table, you could eat somethin'
If you a broke bitch, you can't get nothin', bitch

Yeah, look, see you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (be on)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone (be gone)
See you when I'm famous, bitch, I'ma be on (yeah)
You finna be hatin' and I'ma be gone, yeah

In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it (yeah)
In the hills wit' her, you gon' have to deal wit' it
Hit your bitch at 3 A.M and nigga, she still wit' it (she still wit' it)

Holler at your boy
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Writer: Kyle Thomas Harvey, Todd Anthony Shaw
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