Lyrics:
this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Nigga, blue light,
Jeopardy, Greed
Golden seed, militant breed
This is all a real thug need
Science of life dunn, black Oriental
Forever bronze to star, day room war
Lo senti il sound?
È chiaro o no
Dall'underground al top, dai play ground, ai play off
Alza la tv, passa i pop corn inizia lo show
Quando si
the ball, don't start, I can tell that you aren't
What you want, the gold and the hoes and the lights?
The cars and the clothes what a life
Do your stars get
Ha, better go and get yours
Filling the bowl with hot shit style
I pop more than N*Sync got enough dynamite
To bust a whole Brinks box
To stuff in
Jeopardy, Greed
Golden seed, militant breed
This is all a real thug need
Science of life dunn, black Oriental
Forever bronze to star, day room war
alone
Hear what you say when you whisper the truth of your lies
I want to fly over falling stars
How I love breathing into this lifelessness
Reminds
a video
Heya ho, I made a disc for her
Wit Profes, Leatha Face, Slasher and the Star
Aw, back to the ancient roots
Rollin gooks, and we roll the fuck out
That your heroes mean nothing
Emancipate, free your mind
It makes a stomach drop
It's a hard way
It make you now regurgitate this thing called pop
Sittin on a beretta, niggas ain't seein this
Wish upon a star, that they can be in this
Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters
bounce it like that for real, for real
You the business like stock exchange
The way you pop that thang you proper with thangs
The reason why a nigga
never seen
15 bad bitches, send the UberX
15 bitches mad I get uber checks
15 hunnid Bhabies by the mosh pit
Rap star, living life for my rock shit
was cursed with a dream
Ain't nothin' sweet about me, I ain't candy
But watch this star burst on the scene
I was givin' a blessin'
It's a slap in
dans son vagin
Gros pop into, Borsalino
Cyclone quand on rentre en cabine
On se propage sur les billets violets comme résidus de cocaïne
On sort les
Yo
Pop the top off and look up to the sky like
What the fuck is my mind like?
It's corrupted, nothing you wanna fuck with
Wilbon shit
Pardon
She was in the back seat having sex with the star player on the lax team
This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
They ain't spittin' hard ish no more
90% of these rappers better off as models
Word to DJ Dimplez, boy I pop bottles
I ain't even talkin' bout partying,
Asa bu mbada okpeke do me ife ka Ada Okeke
Nyem ife ibu n'otele na mu aburokwa ofeke
Libe ife obula ichoro champagne go pop nu
Imejo dimkpa n'ato n'eche
Yeah
My shit pop like it's acne
Ate all the candy I got from my last sugar daddy
Bad bitch, exactly
Pass me the bag please
I strike a pose like
kan'eyin naa
A ma sa'won eruu'ku wo'le
Iya yin ma sa're lo'ri fence
Star Boy le General via Del'B
CDQ of dem bad girls mother mfssssuuh whistle
Obe to ba
talkin' all your private
Like a star-six-seven call
Oh-oh-oh, I'm 'bout to seduce 'em
I'm gettin' head like snakes on Medusa
Come on, daddy, come make
sho
Aim for the stars no telling when you land oh
All happens suddenly
Old school dey bench floor
Now it's palm wine that's the sounded men bro
Bitch
the stars alignin', I'ma slide like a comet, watch out, smokin
Weed and eatin' cherry plums, Uh, she lookin' good she gon' gimme some, Uh, we up watchin
of the sun, the way you shine or better yet just like the stars up in the sky. Sorry if I ever hurt you, forgive me for all the lies. But you have to understand
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