Lyrics:
Tayokush he is on fire
Harder i go he's heating up
World star home town hero slept on locally
All at the defense iso press y'all can't stop me
While
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
Inside my mind remember way back,
And now I'm dreaming of a MayBach,
Punchlines Like did he really say that
Stop, press rewind, another playback.
Thinking I'm sticking them and slanging more meat than Fogo
[Chorus: x2]
Now I can paint a beautiful picture
But you won't want to look into it
I can
months man, we was good money
Now he can't go to awards and meet stars
I'm all alone now ridin in luxury cars
Life like a movie now
Someone press fast
the shooting range
Got into the top ten,
Crazy chick escaped the cage,
Show me what you can do!
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do!
3,2,1, go!
Red carpet, high heels,
like lime then tequilla
Flippin' like optimus prime to a ten wheeler
V set the scheme on his own team like star scream
Then go hit the bar scene all
Whoa
Whirr click press release
But you're driven by the mission to explore
All the work which must be done is your own
And sometimes you must fall upon
a shame, in the name of some trivial gains
Stars are framed, played like a bunch of video games
At the press of a button, get to stepping like nothing
Was
[Chorus: x2]
Lord have mercy, I'm so controversy
Bet you've never seen a star cry
I gave you my life; my blood, sweat, and tears
Hip-hop's bad
BELIEVE IN
IM THE NIGGA
2X
WHOS A STAR NOT SEEN BY THE WORLD
YEAH A STAR STILL HIDDEN
IM THE NIGGA
2X
GO FIGURE....
HIT IT LIKE A MOVIE
YOU CAN CALL
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor you-N-I-T
1 motherfucking 2 motherfucking 3
[Chorus: x4]
[Busta Rhymes]
Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3!
[Rampage]
It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars
Foreign cars, never been to Mars
I'm the wizard
on a million
I will try to play nice, might turn to a villain
Shit ain't by choice, press them 94 feet
They going to hear my voice, I can feel no remorse
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
Cameras flashing snoop interviewing Bill Clinton
Yo hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras stop the press stop the press
Now bill this
press my button and see
Faster than a mach 5 I can make you bleed
[Chorus: x2]
[Repeat: x2]
I'm at the controls
I'm after your soul
touch down
No press
Back end hit
So you know I gotta flex
Turn 2 to the 4
Road running with the jets
Fetti with the drake shoot em all in the head
Turn 4
Gall karan end ve, paisa haiga kent ve
money, liquid jameya AC de vent te
Playing 11, Tu kar Press bench ve
Goal hona ni teto, kar press X ve
Tere arhgya
You in me in another galaxy
Two bright stars that have merged in the past
After 10.000 years of waiting, waiting, yeah
I'm ready to be the rare
hype
Bitch you not my type
10 hour flight
That was hella light
This shit is hella tight
I'll press your set on sight
All the stars come out at night
real pastors
Uh-huh, uh-huh, so hereafter
[Chorus: x2]
We made it, we made it
Through the storm and rain, yeah
You can make it, yes you can
You
nice.
Chorus: (all sing)
Precise
Could turn the days into nights,
this mic like my life we elevate to great heights...
We dat nice. (2x)
{DJ Father
W-w-way too many people that don't wanna scrap and run
Vengeance swiping' down and grab what they was tucking
Busting one
(Busting two)
(Busting
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