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She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
do me and get away
I got a glimpse
other ways to make Ps, like buying, selling cars
I betught a Ford, made a rack 10 times and sold it fast
If my music takes a trip, phone Big K for some
the world had ever seen.
The big time was calling and I was on my way. He introduced me to an
aspiring young manager named Alex Rodman and together we took
pockets
Bitch if I stamp it I'm standing, I live by it
Baby I'm a star, engine push to start
Switching out the bezel, brand new Audemars
Bro don't look too
She my Barista
She my Barista
She my Barista
She my Barista
Wooo wooo woooo she like the way i can make her go bop
Hey ha
Told her left right
She
with me, please won't you...
Oh look at her she's lookin as good as dinner
And she's lookin back at me as if maybe I'm a winner
I'm in my late
please won't you...
Oh look at her she's lookin as good as dinner
and she's lookin back at me as if maybe I'm a winner
I'm in my late twenties little girl
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
my partners, okay
Now my niggas so straight
We gon' hustle like them old days on the four-way
See I might bust you if you owe me, run my money
Even
so high
Rolling in the deep might landslide
Take another shot say oh my
Thinking bout the past this whole time
Girly so bad she so fine
If she come
anything for a Newport and I mean anything
They think I'm homosexual the way I'm chasing the sack
Whippets left me with a drool and a shit eating grin
My
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
'em?
I'ma cum a week later
I'ma spread that pussy out like an acre
She on the cover of Fader
And she say it's my time like Flava
Plus she know I ain't
on some gum, I might spit it right at you
Talked her out her panties, she thought she was at Chapel
The way I mack hoes, I should be sponsored by Apple
She's my walkin' livin' breathin' country boy's dream
It kinda makes me wonder what it is she sees in me
I know it ain't my movie star looks
She
mister" they squeal, my mother, she's sick
He holds a small box, filled with bills
He fills their claws with crumpled tickets to temporary might
Agents
this bitch locked on to me like she was way too clever
Man, Soopafly never, ever, ever
Fell for the do-low, and you know
I'm too swift on my toes
star
If she call me by my government she'll get me rock hard
Rental car from Kentucky
We so blessed we feeling lucky
Thought about getting a tinder
alive at the way you shine
Everytime I look into your eyes
I feel alive at the way you shine
Getting lifted in the sunset with my baby after dinner
be my boo thang
I might just make her my new thing
But it's a certain way I do things
I gotta get it I'm about mine
The racks only bringing me new pain
the zone
But either way she hit my phone like she can't leave me lone
And that there just keeps happening, blame it on all this rapping shit
10 out of 10
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
twisting it's way back in
"You're so lucky, " Mum whispers
In my ear again, following my line of sight
She gives me a look that suggests
She knows what I've
might wanna come and get you, bitch
Now everywhere you may see me surrounded by bad bitches like Rih-Rih
Got them booty shots, look like Nicki, face
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