Testo Star - Lil Bean
Testo della canzone Star (Lil Bean), tratta dall'album Campaign 2
Baby I'm a star, I can put you in my schedule
I ain't nothin' like my peers, I'm a rebel
Baby, I'm a star, I can put you in my schedule
Baby, I ain't nothin' like my peers, I'm a rebel
They just ask me why I chase a bitch, I could never
Bitch can't compare me to no nigga 'cause it's levels
Brother call my phone, he got rocks in the bezel
Baby like my swag, how I put this shit together
The way she sucks the soul outta nigga, she the devil
Told her to keep going while my foot up on the pedal
Bitch don't put ashes on these seats, this is leather
Yeah, all that time spent together
I ain't got no time, niggas change like the weather
You were supposed to be there when I called, it's whatever
Told that bitch to pay me, or pay me no attention
Niggas talkin' out 'til they feel that ammunition
If you got a problem, let me know if it's an issue
Baby, I'm too busy in these streets, I can't miss you
Big bank, Gucci's on the dash like I'm Mosey
Fucked up, I gotta watch my friends hella closely
You don't think I peep what you doing, but I noticed
Voice of the streets and this violence, can't promote it
Baby, I'm a star, I can put you in my schedule
Baby, I ain't nothin' like my peers, I'm a rebel
They just ask me why I chase a bitch, I could never
Bitch can't compare me to no nigga 'cause it's levels
Brother call my phone, he got rocks in the bezel
Baby like my swag, how I put this shit together
The way she sucks the soul outta nigga, she the devil
Told her to keep going while my foot up on the pedal
I don't think they hear me when I said that it's levels
You can ask my bitch, I just took her out the ghetto
First offer labels tryna throw, I ain't settle
Others came home, we still slangin' heavy metal
Hundred K put up, next stop, I need a million
Yeah, fuck them niggas who ain't feel us
I ain't call your phone, it was time to have no business
You ain't put me on, why the fuck you in your feelings
Got some real niggas coming home, count it down
How the fuck you real, you left yo' nigga in the pound
I can feel the tension, niggas speak when ain't around
How you with the shits, you left your pole, you a clown
Baby, I'm a star, I can put you in my schedule
Baby, I ain't nothin' like my peers, I'm a rebel
They just ask me why I chase a bitch, I could never
Bitch can't compare me to no nigga 'cause it's levels
Brother call my phone, he got rocks in the bezel
Baby like my swag, how I put this shit together
The way she sucks the soul outta nigga, she the devil
Told her to keep going while my foot up on the pedal
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Writer(s): Jason Smith, Tomone Cross
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