Supa Dupa Lemonade Lyrics - Finally Famous Vol. 3 - Big Sean

I do it... (do it, do it) 

Finally Famous 

gettin', (boy) money! (Money!) 

G.O.O.D. music 

Earl Mac 

My nigga Tone say he so 

Westside, 

Me too. 

D-Town 

D-Town, Westside. Yeah I said it, Westside 

Big 

' so much, that you would thought it's 

Bed-Stuy 

You are now fucking with the newest nigga best out 

Go on, roll that weed nigga, (Why?) cause I'm stressed out 

L-V checked out 

. Bad bitch, chest out (Them titties) 

No wonder why Mrs. Right just keeps on gettin' left out 

Oh well, that's everything I'm not concernin'. (Fuck it) 

I'm on the top floor gettin brains, higher learnin' 

Getting higher earnins', and my desires yearnin' 

Running through that paper, (What?) like my Attorney 

Hundred blunts rolled, you can smell the fire burnin' 

I'm in the fast lane, you can smell my tires burnin' 

Exercise, flex on guys. Model chick 

Sex on thighs, Bump a lot. 

A Lexus drive 

I might let Alexis drive 

Jesus chain, testify 

I over accessorize 

Test her out, now she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out 

When it's time to speak, bet all of ya'll listen 

When you up in the party, why is all the broads missin'? 

And I just drop lines, like a nigga gone fishin' 

Man and I be on them posters, like that nigga gone missin' 

And I spit that er-retarded shit, just call it autism 

I'm so hollywood, that I might make your bitch audition 

Before we cut. 

Cut... Cut. 

Movie time, cut 

I'ma dick her down, you gon' pick her up 

And I'm unusual as shit 

I'm 'Superbad', your girl probably doodlin' my dick 

And it's a couple screws up in my head that could use a fuckin' wrench 

And I'm just lookin' at the game like, "Damn, they could use a fuckin' bench," 

my name all up in the rafters 

She gon' make me cum, I bet that money come faster 

Kanye first, then I'm comin after 

And Lou' Vuitton shoes ho 

Dons 

Jaspers 

Who, her? I ran through her 

walls 

Made her scream and disapear, but hell no my name is not Casper 

Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like? (sound like) 

Just a whole bunch of my sound bites 

First whip, garbo. Second whip, Largo 

Don't worry 'bout my niggas, Thur-good... Marshall 

Bank account got me feeling Well, Fargo 

Ballin', 'til I get a Milicic... Darko. 

(I did that) 

I just give them line after line, after line 

After line, after line... barcode. 

They lookin' for my work... Narco 

'Cuz I just black out in the booth... Charcoal 

Don C 

Tone 

54 bitches 

Since we finna blow, I bet they finna blow nigga 

2 pounds of weed, don't act like you don't know nigga 

I put that green up, like missle toe nigga 

Yeah. Boy, boy boy (I do it) 

Finally Famous 

in this, getting, money! 

F-F 

D-town 

G.O.O.D. Music nigga 

Bangladesh 

) Say these niggas get off my dick 

These niggas sit down 

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