Lyrics Celebrity - Lloyd Banks , Akon
I
just
touched
down
Ferrari
to
concrete
I
ain't
even
home
and
they're
talking
about
me
Fuck
out
my
ear
if
you
talking
'bout
freedom,
nigger
Free
don't
pay
the
bills,
I'm
ballin'
all
out,
B
You
rappers
don't
know
me
Nah,
I
ain't
your
homie
If
your
name
ain't
M,
Ferrari
or
Tony
I
like
my
wheel
chromey
My
Bentley
my
Rolly
My
Magnum
my
Forty
South
Jamaica
shawty
These
losses
I
took
in
the
gut
yo
The
work's
still
here,
I'm
just
cooking
it
up
slow
Clear
my
mind,
you
whippin'
the
truck
load
My
Pop
dead
but
he
live
through
his
son
though
If
rap
ain't
work,
I'll
be
pimpin'
on
some
hoe
Still
eating
lobster
and
shrimp
in
the
Bungalow
I'm
back
like
crack
over
the
drum
roll
You
know,
wherever
I
go
the
gun
go
We
on
the
grind
all
the
time
Ain't
'bout
to
let
a
nigga
come
and
snatch
mine
I
keep
a
nine,
you
see
the
shine
I
might
just
let
your
ass
slide
this
time
While
I
get
this
paper,
paper
While
I
get
this
paper,
paper
'Cause
I'm
a
celebrity
(I
don't
need
none
of
y'all)
Ghetto
celebrity
(Keep
your
punk-ass
awards)
I'm
a
celebrity
(Take
your
fake
smile
off)
Ghetto
celebrity
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
The
media
will
test
ya,
popularity
is
pressure
Porsche
Panamera,
platinum
hammer
through
the
metal
Wreck
the
booth
up,
I'm
too
tough
that
inner
city
grammer
Step
your
jewels
up,
they
bruised
up,
I'll
sparkle
for
the
camera
Harsh
reality's
what's
closing
in,
holding
them
back
from
opening
Verbal
attack
all
over
these
niggas,
push
the
herd
to
the
back
I'm
the
kind
that
they
pray
on,
spending
half
of
their
day
on
Lay
on,
niggas
for
days
just
shots
spray
on
My
sound
system
knock
and
in
pound
Tupac
6-4
jumping
like
the
ground
too
hot
They
spot
me,
they
chase
a
nigga
down
two
blocks
Two
shots
in
the
air
for
niggas
that
ain't
here
Two
tone,
two
door,
gray
top,
roof
floor
Green
guap
galore
in
and
out
of
new
hall
That
bright
light
you
saw
was
a
paparazzi
flash
I'm
trying
to
snap
a
picture
through
your
Maserati
glass
We
on
the
grind
all
the
time
Ain't
'bout
to
let
a
nigga
come
and
snatch
mine
I
keep
a
nine,
you
see
the
shine
I
might
just
let
your
ass
slide
this
time
While
I
get
this
paper,
paper
While
I
get
this
paper,
paper
'Cause
I'm
a
celebrity
(I
don't
need
none
of
y'all)
Ghetto
celebrity
(Keep
your
punk-ass
awards)
I'm
a
celebrity
(Take
your
fake
smile
off)
Ghetto
celebrity
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
Ain't
nothing
changed
nigger
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