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In the car with a star, no wraith, gonna dig man's rast, make him Harlem shake
I don't know 'bout them, we don't par with the jakes
Man roll with
(Ali, the baddest muthafucka there ever)
I'm chokin' players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell
They bowin' to the 'Sayers
the back, I make my girl lose her shit (yeah)
Got my head down, puttin' in work, so wet, she making me lose my grip
Babe, come on, vamo', shake your bamba
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
to appreciate but I deserve more
Yeah, superman supa star
Give me super fat dough like Pablo Escobar
Supa duper star
Feared by bandits hated by chicks
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Aren't y'all always truckin'
Is that dog food
What up, doggy? Lock it up
This is a place built by my doggy
Sheesh, two
Flexing
Ass shaking when I’m in the section
Flower in rotation, join in the session
She be going down, like a recession
Squad be going up, it’s a real
drivin drunk off a power trip somebody take the wheel
Told travel light, what you hold will weigh you down
Big noise, Bob Dylan, you don't make a sound
I think I fell in love with a porn star
And got married in the bathroom
Honeymoon on the dance floor
And got divorced by the end of the night
to be a star
Nowhere seemed to be too far
No more parties in Colonie
Please Darion no more parties in Colonie, uh
No more parties in Colonie
Please Darion
Imma dash them away like the star say bye
Not a sly guy got my head up high
And he by my side no lie
Small road still quite heavy
Hate too many man
here by me side, feel the warmth of your smile
Glows like a rainbow in the sun
A star shining brightly, a diamond a ruby
A treasure to find, brings
My, my
My butterscotch, butterscotch
My butterscotch, butterscotch
Pop rocks, lemon drops, rollin' in my Tee
tops sugar rush, touch the stars
Dry
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
down by that old marky.
Just you and me and…………………………………………………………………
Come on down to the river with me, we’ll build a home big enough for three.
We’ll
the bitches and henchman at the dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you.|Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could
the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can't even see their own part in this
No reflection, vampire paradigm
No introspect, this star track, star rant break down
Three
Shenron, but I could really use a wish now
Like B.o.B. need a airplane shooting star
Bombs over bad bitches when I bust a uh
I know what it's like to have
phone cause of face ID
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my
Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be
judged by my consistence and persistence
I keep to the cause
See I still got my flaws
I write my struggles down in bars
Tryna reach for the stars
I'm
with every twist
With Skys on Fire
Stars fall around Me
The core exhaust
collapsing
Into serenity
Torn by
our own Gravity
Compressed hearts
Turn to super
Dem know a di war teacha, a wah do some fool?
Hey Corleon!
Get guns and run dem dung, gun dem dung
When dem down a di funeral parlor
My gun taller,
to see my hoes you won’t believe it
I got rich by the zone by the door playing defense
People always tell me to be humble but I’m so chill
Got it on me now
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