Lyrics:
and ladders
Candy land, Let’s play Monopoly
The Game of Life.
All those angry streetlights and eyes
Bruno I’m out here among the stars
Saturn rings, off
Zoocci Coke Dope
He's the dealer
I remember working when they used to diss me
I’m hardly ever home whole family miss me
All my niggas on it's
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
war
You can call it what you like
I know where I'm from
And it's cold and dark
'Cause all the sinners are just saints without the sparks
I'm having
Mix it up
And feel delayed
This the sauce
That I want to stay
Im so crossed
But I'm a star today (Woah)
Mix it up I'm so
(Yea)
(Oh)
(Mix it up I'm
Original dancehall remix from Kingston Jamaica, star trak!
(up to di time) turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, wow!
Every time your name was
and sound wack
Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
What happened in that hotel room
somewhere that we could never go
No tracks by the rov from apolo
The landers scotch tape, foil, and poles
The earth should look bigger than the moon in its
know and I never rest
We started broke
I told my niggas we'll never
Go back again
All we ever wanted was the money
My nigga you can keep the Fame
Uhh
sight.
Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.
My parents never could agree about
strength
You got the power to make me feel good
Perish the thought
Of ever leaving I never would
I was never satisfied with casual encounters
I can't
to Phoenix
We get bread and it spreads like an epidemic
'Te three point oh nigga this is the remix
I done upgraded y'all, catch up, uhh
[Chorus]
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
be
The person you thought you could
Sell your soul
For all the money and the fame
But what they never say
Is that stars die in LA
In LA
Stars die in LA
stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug living tryna get notice by hanging with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true
tried to remix that old-ass record with a rat (you played yourself)
All these rappers gettin' shot, not one bullet hit Tekashi
They really let that
attention to the first straw
It seems the last one is all we ever saw
The first straw's a metaphor I pick up myself
It tells me something by showing me
on Mars
We're meeting all the groovy people
We've rocked the Milky Way so far
We're dancing 'round the Borealis
We're space truckin' round the the stars
lives, it breathes,
it talks, it lies, it has a personality all its own.
It is a genie that grants all the wishes you could
ever dream, at least in my case
hitta pull up his socks
I'mma be a star
Gave it all blood, sweat & tears now I'mma be a star
Never gon quit and I can't turn back, I done came too far
Canseco
'fore they steal raw cream that I keep up in my Saints coat
I put the Cali on the map my nigga
And I'll never kiss radio or TV ass, I'll go back
are, you are
You are, you are, you are
You a star, a star, a star
And that's just the start
You are, you are, you are
You a star, a star, a star
Best by
Allá en Puerto Rico con Bacardi limón (ok, ah)
And this is all that and you can tell spanky on it
The remix to the remix with Yankee on it
Esto e' un
stars like Tony R.O.M.O.
Its the remix but I been dope
Jae Millz
Now if you seen me in the coupe and the wrist ice blue
If you trying to get it like me
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