The Power of Madonna
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⏱️ 5:36 duration
🆔 ID: 3239434
📜 Lyrics
Hello?
I can′t, baby
It's six in the morning, it′s fucking early as shit
I ain't got the time for this, I'll let you know
No, I don′t know
I just can′t right now, I just, I gotta do something
Wait, she's dead?
Yeah, uh
March 11th, 1997
My nigga A. died, most dogs go to heaven
But, what about the pits, the neutered and abused
Will this Tramp find his Lady below the heavens like Blu?
Shit, I missed my cue
I almost was a star
But they shot me out the sky in favor of something new
I tell you, I′m a jerk-off, I love fucking
But if you preggo I'ma drown that baby and knock them suds off
Damn, but I ain′t that lucky
I'm just messing ′round yo, I'm surprised you even fucked me
I'm probably getting cuffed in the car
And this MC′ll spend the rest of his life going over these bars
And I don′t need a fucking drug test
To tell me I'll be high off cocaine and big checks
In twenty years when I′m feeling like a fossil
Talking to these kids 'bout the good old days
And how this 90s baby made it in 2012, without no co-signs or help
I tell ′em that it started with a song about Jane
A little print of paper, one pen and all caps
I started my career in the classroom, lying 'bout the game
And now I want the fame (fame, fame)
(Fame, fame, fame!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's some people on my fuck-you list
Every politician and their snotty ass kids
Fuck Chet Haze, fuck Asher Roth and Coffee
I don′t love brain, but I do love pussy
Cross my path, consider yourself lucky
I′m in a bad mood, bruh, you do not wanna fuck with me
I'm on seven truth serums worth of face cream
God made me brown but I need a re-painting
So fuck you and fuck her
I love clothes, new shoes, and fresh perc
So fuck Biggie, fuck Blu and fuck Murs
Real hip-hop died when Teddy got the boots with the fur
And we all had our hand in it
Made a soapbox, and nobody wanna stand on it
So for the fuck of it I′ll be the next cannabis
Rap my ass off and still have nothing to show for it
Gain a cult following in the pits of passion
Never clear my samples, get sued by Janet Jackson
Walk up to her face like, "Bitch, what would Michael do?"
Rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
Get off without paying any royalties
Tried to talk to her, but like Pac she avoided me
But I love you girl, don't run from me
I don′t care about your age, girl you're lovely
Yeah, yeah, it′s all good 'cause I'm famous
And I look good, ah shit, yeah
(Devon, if you ever become rich, remember to use your money wisely)
(And don′t do anything stupid, okay?)
Fuck that
Thank you, thank you, thank you everybody
Thank you, appreciate that
Thank you for coming out tonight, its been a wonderful show
Gotta dip out
I got what I came for, I′m fucking famous
I got money, got money busting out my jeans
I'm gonna put a twenty dollar bill in the vending machine
Just to see what happens
You know what I′m saying, see if I get the change back
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the fame, who got the fame?
I got the fame, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm gonna fuck a pornstar, just because
Yeah, I got the fame, bitch
I got the fame, bitch, let′s make a sex tape
Uh, yeah, oh shit
All this money, haha, do the Boris Johnson dance again-
Oh, it was a dream, oh that- that's great
Fucking dream- false alarm!
Fucking dream, god damn it!
I can′t, baby
It's six in the morning, it′s fucking early as shit
I ain't got the time for this, I'll let you know
No, I don′t know
I just can′t right now, I just, I gotta do something
Wait, she's dead?
Yeah, uh
March 11th, 1997
My nigga A. died, most dogs go to heaven
But, what about the pits, the neutered and abused
Will this Tramp find his Lady below the heavens like Blu?
Shit, I missed my cue
I almost was a star
But they shot me out the sky in favor of something new
I tell you, I′m a jerk-off, I love fucking
But if you preggo I'ma drown that baby and knock them suds off
Damn, but I ain′t that lucky
I'm just messing ′round yo, I'm surprised you even fucked me
I'm probably getting cuffed in the car
And this MC′ll spend the rest of his life going over these bars
And I don′t need a fucking drug test
To tell me I'll be high off cocaine and big checks
In twenty years when I′m feeling like a fossil
Talking to these kids 'bout the good old days
And how this 90s baby made it in 2012, without no co-signs or help
I tell ′em that it started with a song about Jane
A little print of paper, one pen and all caps
I started my career in the classroom, lying 'bout the game
And now I want the fame (fame, fame)
(Fame, fame, fame!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's some people on my fuck-you list
Every politician and their snotty ass kids
Fuck Chet Haze, fuck Asher Roth and Coffee
I don′t love brain, but I do love pussy
Cross my path, consider yourself lucky
I′m in a bad mood, bruh, you do not wanna fuck with me
I'm on seven truth serums worth of face cream
God made me brown but I need a re-painting
So fuck you and fuck her
I love clothes, new shoes, and fresh perc
So fuck Biggie, fuck Blu and fuck Murs
Real hip-hop died when Teddy got the boots with the fur
And we all had our hand in it
Made a soapbox, and nobody wanna stand on it
So for the fuck of it I′ll be the next cannabis
Rap my ass off and still have nothing to show for it
Gain a cult following in the pits of passion
Never clear my samples, get sued by Janet Jackson
Walk up to her face like, "Bitch, what would Michael do?"
Rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
Get off without paying any royalties
Tried to talk to her, but like Pac she avoided me
But I love you girl, don't run from me
I don′t care about your age, girl you're lovely
Yeah, yeah, it′s all good 'cause I'm famous
And I look good, ah shit, yeah
(Devon, if you ever become rich, remember to use your money wisely)
(And don′t do anything stupid, okay?)
Fuck that
Thank you, thank you, thank you everybody
Thank you, appreciate that
Thank you for coming out tonight, its been a wonderful show
Gotta dip out
I got what I came for, I′m fucking famous
I got money, got money busting out my jeans
I'm gonna put a twenty dollar bill in the vending machine
Just to see what happens
You know what I′m saying, see if I get the change back
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I got the fame, who got the fame?
I got the fame, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm gonna fuck a pornstar, just because
Yeah, I got the fame, bitch
I got the fame, bitch, let′s make a sex tape
Uh, yeah, oh shit
All this money, haha, do the Boris Johnson dance again-
Oh, it was a dream, oh that- that's great
Fucking dream- false alarm!
Fucking dream, god damn it!
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.87] Hello?
[00:17.27] I can′t, baby
[00:22.06] It's six in the morning, it′s fucking early as shit
[00:28.23] I ain't got the time for this, I'll let you know
[00:32.70] No, I don′t know
[00:39.58] I just can′t right now, I just, I gotta do something
[00:44.14] Wait, she's dead?
[00:52.75] Yeah, uh
[00:56.19] March 11th, 1997
[00:58.23] My nigga A. died, most dogs go to heaven
[01:00.91] But, what about the pits, the neutered and abused
[01:03.67] Will this Tramp find his Lady below the heavens like Blu?
[01:05.95] Shit, I missed my cue
[01:07.51] I almost was a star
[01:08.39] But they shot me out the sky in favor of something new
[01:11.51] I tell you, I′m a jerk-off, I love fucking
[01:13.47] But if you preggo I'ma drown that baby and knock them suds off
[01:16.59] Damn, but I ain′t that lucky
[01:18.91] I'm just messing ′round yo, I'm surprised you even fucked me
[01:21.43] I'm probably getting cuffed in the car
[01:23.34] And this MC′ll spend the rest of his life going over these bars
[01:27.67] And I don′t need a fucking drug test
[01:29.56] To tell me I'll be high off cocaine and big checks
[01:32.28] In twenty years when I′m feeling like a fossil
[01:34.60] Talking to these kids 'bout the good old days
[01:36.84] And how this 90s baby made it in 2012, without no co-signs or help
[01:42.16] I tell ′em that it started with a song about Jane
[01:44.88] A little print of paper, one pen and all caps
[01:48.20] I started my career in the classroom, lying 'bout the game
[01:51.80] And now I want the fame (fame, fame)
[01:55.32] (Fame, fame, fame!)
[02:22.53] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:24.29] Here's some people on my fuck-you list
[02:26.29] Every politician and their snotty ass kids
[02:28.81] Fuck Chet Haze, fuck Asher Roth and Coffee
[02:31.54] I don′t love brain, but I do love pussy
[02:34.33] Cross my path, consider yourself lucky
[02:36.53] I′m in a bad mood, bruh, you do not wanna fuck with me
[02:39.65] I'm on seven truth serums worth of face cream
[02:41.93] God made me brown but I need a re-painting
[02:45.53] So fuck you and fuck her
[02:47.33] I love clothes, new shoes, and fresh perc
[02:49.92] So fuck Biggie, fuck Blu and fuck Murs
[02:52.33] Real hip-hop died when Teddy got the boots with the fur
[02:55.86] And we all had our hand in it
[02:57.49] Made a soapbox, and nobody wanna stand on it
[03:00.36] So for the fuck of it I′ll be the next cannabis
[03:02.58] Rap my ass off and still have nothing to show for it
[03:05.25] Gain a cult following in the pits of passion
[03:07.73] Never clear my samples, get sued by Janet Jackson
[03:10.33] Walk up to her face like, "Bitch, what would Michael do?"
[03:12.89] Rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
[03:16.25] Get off without paying any royalties
[03:18.22] Tried to talk to her, but like Pac she avoided me
[03:21.45] But I love you girl, don't run from me
[03:23.69] I don′t care about your age, girl you're lovely
[03:27.13] Yeah, yeah, it′s all good 'cause I'm famous
[03:31.88] And I look good, ah shit, yeah
[03:36.89] (Devon, if you ever become rich, remember to use your money wisely)
[03:41.49] (And don′t do anything stupid, okay?)
[03:46.05] Fuck that
[04:33.72] Thank you, thank you, thank you everybody
[04:36.83] Thank you, appreciate that
[04:38.94] Thank you for coming out tonight, its been a wonderful show
[04:42.47] Gotta dip out
[04:45.68] I got what I came for, I′m fucking famous
[04:47.95] I got money, got money busting out my jeans
[04:52.84] I'm gonna put a twenty dollar bill in the vending machine
[04:55.44] Just to see what happens
[04:56.79] You know what I′m saying, see if I get the change back
[04:59.31] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[05:01.82] I got the fame, who got the fame?
[05:04.27] I got the fame, uh, uh, uh, uh
[05:08.02] I'm gonna fuck a pornstar, just because
[05:10.15] Yeah, I got the fame, bitch
[05:12.08] I got the fame, bitch, let′s make a sex tape
[05:14.95] Uh, yeah, oh shit
[05:18.67] All this money, haha, do the Boris Johnson dance again-
[05:24.29] Oh, it was a dream, oh that- that's great
[05:27.93] Fucking dream- false alarm!
[05:30.42] Fucking dream, god damn it!
[05:33.04]
[00:17.27] I can′t, baby
[00:22.06] It's six in the morning, it′s fucking early as shit
[00:28.23] I ain't got the time for this, I'll let you know
[00:32.70] No, I don′t know
[00:39.58] I just can′t right now, I just, I gotta do something
[00:44.14] Wait, she's dead?
[00:52.75] Yeah, uh
[00:56.19] March 11th, 1997
[00:58.23] My nigga A. died, most dogs go to heaven
[01:00.91] But, what about the pits, the neutered and abused
[01:03.67] Will this Tramp find his Lady below the heavens like Blu?
[01:05.95] Shit, I missed my cue
[01:07.51] I almost was a star
[01:08.39] But they shot me out the sky in favor of something new
[01:11.51] I tell you, I′m a jerk-off, I love fucking
[01:13.47] But if you preggo I'ma drown that baby and knock them suds off
[01:16.59] Damn, but I ain′t that lucky
[01:18.91] I'm just messing ′round yo, I'm surprised you even fucked me
[01:21.43] I'm probably getting cuffed in the car
[01:23.34] And this MC′ll spend the rest of his life going over these bars
[01:27.67] And I don′t need a fucking drug test
[01:29.56] To tell me I'll be high off cocaine and big checks
[01:32.28] In twenty years when I′m feeling like a fossil
[01:34.60] Talking to these kids 'bout the good old days
[01:36.84] And how this 90s baby made it in 2012, without no co-signs or help
[01:42.16] I tell ′em that it started with a song about Jane
[01:44.88] A little print of paper, one pen and all caps
[01:48.20] I started my career in the classroom, lying 'bout the game
[01:51.80] And now I want the fame (fame, fame)
[01:55.32] (Fame, fame, fame!)
[02:22.53] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:24.29] Here's some people on my fuck-you list
[02:26.29] Every politician and their snotty ass kids
[02:28.81] Fuck Chet Haze, fuck Asher Roth and Coffee
[02:31.54] I don′t love brain, but I do love pussy
[02:34.33] Cross my path, consider yourself lucky
[02:36.53] I′m in a bad mood, bruh, you do not wanna fuck with me
[02:39.65] I'm on seven truth serums worth of face cream
[02:41.93] God made me brown but I need a re-painting
[02:45.53] So fuck you and fuck her
[02:47.33] I love clothes, new shoes, and fresh perc
[02:49.92] So fuck Biggie, fuck Blu and fuck Murs
[02:52.33] Real hip-hop died when Teddy got the boots with the fur
[02:55.86] And we all had our hand in it
[02:57.49] Made a soapbox, and nobody wanna stand on it
[03:00.36] So for the fuck of it I′ll be the next cannabis
[03:02.58] Rap my ass off and still have nothing to show for it
[03:05.25] Gain a cult following in the pits of passion
[03:07.73] Never clear my samples, get sued by Janet Jackson
[03:10.33] Walk up to her face like, "Bitch, what would Michael do?"
[03:12.89] Rope her in with lies, get out the punch and spike the truth
[03:16.25] Get off without paying any royalties
[03:18.22] Tried to talk to her, but like Pac she avoided me
[03:21.45] But I love you girl, don't run from me
[03:23.69] I don′t care about your age, girl you're lovely
[03:27.13] Yeah, yeah, it′s all good 'cause I'm famous
[03:31.88] And I look good, ah shit, yeah
[03:36.89] (Devon, if you ever become rich, remember to use your money wisely)
[03:41.49] (And don′t do anything stupid, okay?)
[03:46.05] Fuck that
[04:33.72] Thank you, thank you, thank you everybody
[04:36.83] Thank you, appreciate that
[04:38.94] Thank you for coming out tonight, its been a wonderful show
[04:42.47] Gotta dip out
[04:45.68] I got what I came for, I′m fucking famous
[04:47.95] I got money, got money busting out my jeans
[04:52.84] I'm gonna put a twenty dollar bill in the vending machine
[04:55.44] Just to see what happens
[04:56.79] You know what I′m saying, see if I get the change back
[04:59.31] Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[05:01.82] I got the fame, who got the fame?
[05:04.27] I got the fame, uh, uh, uh, uh
[05:08.02] I'm gonna fuck a pornstar, just because
[05:10.15] Yeah, I got the fame, bitch
[05:12.08] I got the fame, bitch, let′s make a sex tape
[05:14.95] Uh, yeah, oh shit
[05:18.67] All this money, haha, do the Boris Johnson dance again-
[05:24.29] Oh, it was a dream, oh that- that's great
[05:27.93] Fucking dream- false alarm!
[05:30.42] Fucking dream, god damn it!
[05:33.04]