Fuck My Fame by Orlando Brown
Fuck My Fame by Orlando Brown

Fuck My Fame

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Fuck My Fame by Orlando Brown

Release Date
Wed Apr 06 2016
Performed by
Orlando Brown
Produced by
Ill Instrumentals
Writed by
Orlando Brown

Fuck My Fame Lyrics

[Intro]
Man I’m so sick of this shit
Ay, bro, I just got a text from somebody talking bout some I’m on TMZ again
Talking bout some, I’m— I, NIGGA WHAT? MAN FUCK TMZ! Fuck Harvey and FUCK his whole staff! Nigga I’m goin in, Lets do it!

[Verse 1]
I’m addicted to the fast lane
Living up to my last name, let the cash rain
Most of y’all niggas past lame
On a learjet, kickin back, nigga, Liu Kang
I’m a loose string full of pain, fuck my fame
I need a bigger dick to fuck all my enemies
Lit off the Hennessy, these niggas killin me
Everyone billing me, family drilling me
Snitches revealing me, nobody feeling me
Sick and tired of the media lying on me
Never telling the truth
Paint a picture, televise it to you
I should load the Mack 11 and shoot
TMZ, this dedicated to you
Harvey gon’ end up in his last suit
In a box, body facing the roof
For exploiting people's lives like it’s cute
Nigga I say what I wanna say, do what I wanna do
Your bitch think I’m cool, I fuck her in front of you
Protege of George Clooney, nigga
Batcave like the Goonies, nigga
If I’m offending you, sue me, nigga
My life a feature film movie, nigga
Shoot a hollow tip through me, nigga
I’m Cooley High in the coop with Jigga
And I been a militant, diligent
Chiller print through the manilla tint
Kush blowing through the vent
Plus it’s irrelevant, just bought a elephant
Might run for president, kill him he’s heaven sent
Like Raven aborted my baby
Go crazy, insane, that's when they pay me
These hoes wanna lay me to radio play me
Critics don’t slay me, just landed in Haiti
Collected 280 million, state me
Fuckin go crazy on stage in the stadium
Other schools money fill up the palladium
Hater ass niggas don’t know what to say to him
How many niggas gon’ snitch?
How many niggas main bitch done sucked my dick?
How many niggas act rich?
How many niggas rap, but don’t sound like this?
How many niggas ain’t shit?
How many niggas wanna bang but they ain't shoot shit?
How many niggas ain’t equipped?
All y’all niggas see me hop out the new foreign whip
Fuck a pussy nigga, fuck a, fuck a pussy nigga
Give a fuck about your life, I give a fuck about a pussy nigga
I’ll get off in that ass, don’t push me nigga
New 2Pac Swag, 2Goofy nigga
Desi Lu, my bitch is Lucy, nigga
Should’ve did a year like Lil Tunechi, nigga
When Instagram based off of them groupie niggas
I stay with the kush, I’m loopy nigga
All you niggas talking shit, commit suicide quick
I’ll pay for a bitch, broke niggas stay pissed
Die on my shit list, I’m what the industry missed
Hope that I don’t fuck your bitch, motherfucker I’m the shit!

[Hook]
Why, why?
Tell them that it’s ratchet nature
Why, why, why?
Tell them that it’s ratchet nature
They know I’m the shit
In that phantom coop, getting dome from your bitch
Young living legend, I’ma forever stay rich
When I’m dead my family gon’ be fighting for my chips

[Verse 2]
How was I supposed to know?
My favorite stripper was engaged to my bro
How was I supposed to know?
Little bad bitch, sliding down the pole
How was I supposed to know?
I didn’t mean to hurt my brothers soul
How was I supposed to know?
She really should’ve let a nigga know

[Verse 3]
Oh, I’m so wasted on Patrón
And we flipped her all night long
She had a juicy coochie in those thongs
Hold up, bend that ass over
We can fuck in my rover, on your knees
Hurry up, girl
You know what to do, 1, 2, 3
All of us, having fun fucking you
She was down with the business
She fucked the whole crew
If you was me, what would you do?
Shit, I pray to God
I wake up fucking your bitch inside the Phantom Ghost
In the pussy, I be doing the most
Bitches scream like they got the holy ghost
Then I coast, they still rambling, pimps, they handle them
Hustling and scrambling, candles blow in the wind
I ain’t for this hurt and pain
Tried to sell my name and they came for me
I pray to God, though life is hard
Gotta do it for Him, if I don’t do it for me
Fuckboys tryna come for me
You gon’ read the bottom of my Nike
Just do it, I don’t jump, man
I load the clip with the pump I’m dumping
Born broke, now I’m really something
Now it’s me that the fans bumping

Fuck My Fame Q&A

Who wrote Fuck My Fame's ?

Fuck My Fame was written by Orlando Brown.

Who produced Fuck My Fame's ?

Fuck My Fame was produced by Ill Instrumentals.

When did Orlando Brown release Fuck My Fame?

Orlando Brown released Fuck My Fame on Wed Apr 06 2016.

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