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[Verse 1]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog: my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker „fetch”
I’m fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset
Been fucking the world and nigga I ain’t cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain’t talking ’bout a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepared for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep, so Weezy can’t rest
And AK-47 is my fucking address, hah
[Hook]
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star, I got a chopper in the car!
[Verse 2]
Big black niggas in a icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Count the profits you could bring ’em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick ’em off they might be hot, swish!
I’m swimming in a yellow bitch in the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected got killers off in Chicago
[Hook]
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star (somebody lied)
I’m not a star!
I’m not a star, I got a chopper in the car!
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, hah
[Verse 3]
Talk stupid, get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m Redd Foxx
Big B’s, Red Sox, I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your fucking with a nigga who won’t give a fuck
Empty the clip then roll the window up
Pussy nigga sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna come
200 thou’ on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E, five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see ya looking, with ya looking ass nigga
You know the rules, kill them all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday
I’m not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
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