Lyrics:
about respect?
I'll put your bitch in check, and I'll bet
You won't run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive by on you and your
I'm a star
Ba ntseba hore
I'm a star
I never lie in songs I'm always honest just like Dreezy
They tell me I gatta blow up'cause my raps are hard
hip hop for eva
For eva for eva eva for eva eva neeerd
What up hoes du står up though
Føler meg good fuck it det er en ny dag in the hood
Jeg er mad
try it, if you can't keep quiet
I put seventeen bullets in your diet
Layin' in a puddle cause you hoes wanna rumble,
Spm like Tarzan, King
Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star
69 Cutty is my favorite car
Chew gets rolled then here come the hoes
In the G-string panties and the sexy
Blocka-blocka-blocka oh
The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows
Everything a hood brother think he needs yo
You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's roadmap
[Nitty:]
Here we go again
Ghetto field USA
You know I go by the name Nitty right?
I gotta introduce you to
anotha muthafucka in my squad right
This
[This a nitty beat* ]
*boing*
Nitty:
Here we go again
Ghetto field USA
You know I go by the name Nitty right?
I gotta introduce you to
anotha
Summers coolin' off by the fire hydrant.
Yeah I'm from the ghetto,
Where old black women talk about they sugar level,
It's not unusual,
To see photos
Ah ahh ahh, iz another one
Twinkle twinkle little star yeh by far
Girl you lookin like a star I might go blind
I never seen one fine girl all my
I'm in love with the hustle, hustle hustle
I'm in love with the hustle, hustle, hustle, hustle
I'm the big of the barb net I bus pon a chef
The C-E
We independent, dunn we Infamous Mobbin
G.O.D., Nitty and Twin in
The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium
[Nas]
Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes,
in the city of stars is gettin hard
And it's odd, for a G to get a job
so I'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used
Sent by di king, watch dem under ring
When mi fly down far
Fi step 'pon di beast and kick down riddim
Like a Sly Dunbar
Wi burning di system weh
thing
So pow wow freaky chow, and I'm a let it hang
Born and raised in the E.D. so I'm a let cha know
Is that wrong I stand strong and I'm a ghetto
kick me out the wedding feast I ain't Owen Wilson
You won't catch me stealing no my name is not big Ben
But I might pull up in a big Benz
I ain't even
Step up in the club bit like a fire
all the gyal them wah know who we are
deadlocks rasta real super star they love we like alala
Señorita Mamacita
try it, if you can't keep quiet
I put seventeen bullets in your diet
Layin' in a puddle cause you hoes wanna rumble,
SPM like Tarzan, King
try it, if you can't keep quiet
I put seventeen bullets in your diet
Layin' in a puddle cause you hoes wanna rumble,
SPM like Tarzan, King
got a job and a trap star
Hot thot box
Nigga roll the weed
I'm pulling up by three
Ain't the one that you sneak just to link
Real ass Nigga, give
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
Vom Dealer zum Star wie Karim Benzema
Spieltechnisch stark wie Paris Saint-Germain
Ich muss Rache nehmen und lauf' nach Nachtgebetszeilen
In deinen
with nothin' said
Cause I can't talk yet
First trip in the police car
Cameras all around me as if I was a star
Young black toddler
It's feeling like they
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
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