Song parody of
In The Stars (feat. $tokes)
by Young Millie
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Im in the stars with the shit
Niggas be moving the ritz
Pockets be making a flip
Benz goin fast with a chip
Nike be matching my drip
Watch chilly look like it been sick
"La Grippe"
Niggas be beef on the internet
Im way too hot and relaxed to get into that
It my description, outlining my silhouette
Don't fuck my mind up, too high with my intellect
You reading books, and what's viral on internet
Im doing the research, what's right, and what's incorrect
Yeah, Aye, Aye
Im getting the cheese
Chip on my shoulder, when rapping on beats
Killing my haters, wit ultimate ease
Flowing thru shit like the wind in the trees
Rolling my cash, wit the Rollie on freeze
Thats jus a metaphor yk what I mean
Im living lavish in Florida keys
I stay with the honeys, phone buzzing like bees
Im on the run
Grind is Neva done
Pockets big
Neck it weigh a ton
I jus begun
Im hotter than the sun
Sip the vod
Im buzzing for my guys (Uh-yeah)
Niggas be moving the ritz
Pockets be making a flip
Benz goin fast with a chip
Nike be matching my drip
Watch chilly look like it been sick
"La Grippe"
Im in the stars with the shit
Niggas be moving the ritz
Pockets be making a flip
Benz goin fast with a chip
Nike be matching my drip
Watch chilly look like it been sick
"La Grippe"
Niggas be beef on the internet
Im way too hot and relaxed to get into that
It my description, outlining my silhouette
Don't fuck my mind up, too high with my intellect
You reading books, and what's viral on internet
Im doing the research, what's right, and what's incorrect
Yeah, Aye, Aye
Im getting the cheese
Chip on my shoulder, when rapping on beats
Killing my haters, wit ultimate ease
Flowing thru shit like the wind in the trees
Rolling my cash, wit the Rollie on freeze
Thats jus a metaphor yk what I mean
Im living lavish in Florida keys
I stay with the honeys, phone buzzing like bees
Im on the run
Grind is Neva done
Pockets big
Neck it weigh a ton
I jus begun
Im hotter than the sun
Sip the vod
Im buzzing for my guys (Uh-yeah)
Niggas be moving the ritz
Pockets be making a flip
Benz goin fast with a chip
Nike be matching my drip
Watch chilly look like it been sick
"La Grippe"
