Letra de I'm a Star
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I'm the ever livin, the unforgiven, the oldie swinga, the drama bringa, that 247 MC gun slinga, the bronx bomba, that black gotty in the party, that you and pump shotty with the built-in bachelor body.
The baby nigga, the heartbreaker, the show-stop with a punk MC droppa with a 9 inch all-beef wopper.
The predator, the dope-rhyme editor, the terminator, the fake studio gangster exterminator.
The baby nigga, the heartbreaker, the show-stop with a punk MC droppa with a 9 inch all-beef wopper.
The predator, the dope-rhyme editor, the terminator, the fake studio gangster exterminator.
The overlord, the one man clan, the should gimmie yo royalty check, because I started this shit man.
The finda, the feela, the I'm a fuckin real go-getta, I already hit that bitch so I aint sweat you cause you wit a nigga.
The first stroke, the wild thing, the who gives a fuck about you man, the swollen OG zulu king, the widow maker, the child support line payer.
The baby mothaducka, don't get me started in this mothafucka...
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
A star, what am I supposed to do? New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m do, I’m a star, old stage holdin my jews, and a so cool, brothers always fuckin my pool.
I’m the lone like a phone stone, keep prome chrome, from home, to home chrome, to brome, from dome, to dome nome, the on, like phone from brome, then you’re for gone to crone, being showed in Asterjohns.
A bigga trigga, DJ more stripped then tiger, then figure I make a track go zip zigga zigga. More bigger than wickers in grain, think a nigga, the dam scuba, I make a home go hubba.
I play like a winger, do lay like you gay and you gay all day ain't that right homie haaaay.
My dick smells like lipstick, perfume and grass, while yours is always smellin like a homo's ass. The godfatha, prada you daughta, shot a lover gotta gotta, gotta put my donna in my sana, to wanna wanna hold back nada high, dan danna to Magnala my little enginara, sayonaraaaa…
I’m a star, I made another movie today, looka here, you fuckin with the maker be gay.
I’m a star, put a party on my cab, call me you can, I gotta check into what we have.
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
I take my time like a stopwatch, my style is top notch, it’s hip hop, I told you osh kush nigga, how to pop lock, you cock block, sellin your rocks, hit the spots, then get shot, she wear the tip top, and then you flip flop.
You just the main plan, with strage plans, to stay in hand, in your wristband, the matter left the game change hands.
My life was rhymin for your bother, mother, you lover, you little brother you motherfuckers was rhymin for each other. Ha! I’m on with press, with flat chest, to press the New York meth, see the Will Smith is Jim West, sorry as Ali, I’m keepin the far a nella show, I want smo-low, I’m askin get shass big tuck.
The bruise and all, your oversized shoes and all, refuse, to choose, the new school blues and lose it all. The betta chetta getta from leatha, the leatha the shredda the spreada, I said is standin in the red sweather weather.
(A star… A Star… A Star… A Star…)
1 2, 1 2 production, shit straight forward, here it is!
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
A star, what am I supposed to do? New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m do, I’m a star, old stage holdin my jews, and a so cool, brothers always fuckin my pool.
The finda, the feela, the I'm a fuckin real go-getta, I already hit that bitch so I aint sweat you cause you wit a nigga.
The first stroke, the wild thing, the who gives a fuck about you man, the swollen OG zulu king, the widow maker, the child support line payer.
The baby mothaducka, don't get me started in this mothafucka...
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
A star, what am I supposed to do? New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m do, I’m a star, old stage holdin my jews, and a so cool, brothers always fuckin my pool.
I’m the lone like a phone stone, keep prome chrome, from home, to home chrome, to brome, from dome, to dome nome, the on, like phone from brome, then you’re for gone to crone, being showed in Asterjohns.
A bigga trigga, DJ more stripped then tiger, then figure I make a track go zip zigga zigga. More bigger than wickers in grain, think a nigga, the dam scuba, I make a home go hubba.
I play like a winger, do lay like you gay and you gay all day ain't that right homie haaaay.
My dick smells like lipstick, perfume and grass, while yours is always smellin like a homo's ass. The godfatha, prada you daughta, shot a lover gotta gotta, gotta put my donna in my sana, to wanna wanna hold back nada high, dan danna to Magnala my little enginara, sayonaraaaa…
I’m a star, I made another movie today, looka here, you fuckin with the maker be gay.
I’m a star, put a party on my cab, call me you can, I gotta check into what we have.
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
I take my time like a stopwatch, my style is top notch, it’s hip hop, I told you osh kush nigga, how to pop lock, you cock block, sellin your rocks, hit the spots, then get shot, she wear the tip top, and then you flip flop.
You just the main plan, with strage plans, to stay in hand, in your wristband, the matter left the game change hands.
My life was rhymin for your bother, mother, you lover, you little brother you motherfuckers was rhymin for each other. Ha! I’m on with press, with flat chest, to press the New York meth, see the Will Smith is Jim West, sorry as Ali, I’m keepin the far a nella show, I want smo-low, I’m askin get shass big tuck.
The bruise and all, your oversized shoes and all, refuse, to choose, the new school blues and lose it all. The betta chetta getta from leatha, the leatha the shredda the spreada, I said is standin in the red sweather weather.
(A star… A Star… A Star… A Star…)
1 2, 1 2 production, shit straight forward, here it is!
I’m a star, get love would ever happen, New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m burned, I’m a star, it all start livin demo una, fuckin hoes and sniffin cocaine in the limo.
A star, what am I supposed to do? New York til I die, Hollywood til I’m do, I’m a star, old stage holdin my jews, and a so cool, brothers always fuckin my pool.
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