Lyrics:
marsupials
Give a fuck bout the rules when you hang with the 'roos
Try to climb to my rank I quadruple those (You can't)
Y'all boys just way outta tune
How you
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
you will be a star
Let's fuck me baby till I die
Let's fuck the system
Fuck the system
Fuck the system
The system is me
Now
Fuck
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
You make me feel so alienated alienated
Yeah
Oh yeah oh yeah
Where did you do
Since I've become a shooting star
I've been wondering where you
friends
People I can trust to reliably get me my ends! (I hope)
Over the course of a month the job quadruples in scale
I had to drop a class just to make
quadruple the math
I need a two seater stick shift the moves real fast
A gang of big booty hoes lawd, that's all I ask
Looking good, I'm celebrating my
There are 8 planets in the solar system,
8 planets in the solar system,
8 planets in the solar system,
All of them revolve around the sun!
Number
Ayo base this beat fire
You can get lost in the system
Dumb bitch don't get lost in the system
Oh shit
Dam I think I'm lost in the system
Took
Free the wolves, for my, uh, uh, Free the wolves, for my people, I go hard
RIP to Fermin he knew that I'll be a star
In my bag, when we go to LA, we
on my luck
Ain't got a buck to my name, dirty testing pissing in a cup, what the fuck
They found weed in my system, I told my girl I was quitting
They
J'm'en fous si je suis moins côté
(pu-pu-pu-pute)
Tu n'es qu'une simple pute
Je baise des doubles putes
Méga triple pute, quadruple nano pute
Nouveau style
, system
Oh oh
And out my system, system
Oh oh
And out my system, system
Oh oh
I’m putting me first
Now that all the stars aligned
I feel like the world
Star System
Yeah, yeah, aye
All these cards that I was dealt, now she choosin' up
'Cause baby this the winnin' team (Winnin' team)
Ain't cool with
Hook 1:
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)
Get
the plane
Being on this earth not too really interested okay
Solar system suicide
The stars die anyway
Solar system suicide
The stars die anyway
Solar system
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
doot
And beaucoup, beaucoup, I'm cuckoo
I'm a star goin' to war with you clones like Count Dooku
I'm worlds apart from you rappers
Like I walk in
You gone let me hit or nah no time for conversation yeah
Liquor flowing through my system girl I feel amazing yeah
This yo chance to fuck a star lil
don't respond to texts
Pourin' up, Quadruple cup
In the cut, with my bruh
Xanny bars, stuntin' hard
Visa card, it's all dark
Getting dough, smokin' dope
MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props
Brainstormed
MAFIA clique movin' up another notch
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped
And all your fake ass East Coast props
Brainstormed
my guys with me
WE JUST PULL in a BENZ u KNOW
And your girl wanna dance with me ( chey )
On a weekend , star boy on a weekend
In my system
I'd sell my soul
Ohh yeah
You're in the system
Am in the system
Stars at night it's hard to miss them
You're in the system am in the system baby
Stars
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