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letra de rap star - b-legit

[b-legit]
true worldwide player, got the game on lock
spendin’ money, flippin’ drops like i still slang rocks
still hit the blocks, light blunts when i swerve
i do the speed limit cause i’m twisted and perved
hoes got the nerve, to turn they head and switch
like they didn’t see me comin’ in that big black 6′
b-tch please, i hit the h-rn when i p-ss
got the homie out the window tryin’ to rub on yo’ -ss
now peep the s-cl-ss, rolex platinum
and now you wanna come with the question askin’
do i ballplay? yeah i play for the jets
hillside, with money like kevin garnett
now can i get it wet? she say it’s drippin’ with juice
and what i gotta do to ride the v-1-deuce?
sit yo’ -ss on my leather, and rub on my wood
see we got notches in cali, plus that p-ssy be good

[hook]
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar

[lil’ bruce]
i tell a b-tch i ain’t got no motherf-ckin’ money and laugh like it’s funny
poppin’ my movado, sittin’ low in a eldorado, sippin’ on a bottle
pimp drunk ’til the sun come up, sleep behind denny’s on sunset
sweatin’ b-tches about my money cause the album ain’t done yet
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star, get the f-ck away from my car
and h-ll nah you can’t hit this weed, b-tch walk ’til your ankles bleed
put the paper in my pocket please, she love the way i pop my p’s
i love the way she knock them g’s like slangin’ rocks in ’83
i’m a pimp slash rapper like my cousin mac the most, slap a ho like me
and never talk for free, n-gga can’t you see?
it’s for the money and the fame, and i see my money comin’
with the vice on her -ss in her high heels comin’ around the corner runnin’
i ain’t trippin’, i’m so cool, i’ll pop the trunk of the northstar
and the b-tch jump in and i’ll sip my gin and smash off like a rap star
(b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star, lil’ bruce in a ’99 northstar)

[hook] – x 2
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar

[b-legit]
b-tch i’m a turf boy, we don’t f-ck at the house
i’m to the cover suites, to put this d-ck in your mouth
i’m on my paper route, can you contribute to that?
and if not, can you send your homegirl for a sack?
the “highest n-ggas in the industry”, smoke-a-lot with yuk’
bossalini, you see me, i gives a f-ck
stick ’em til they stuck, when the cr-p game starts
i was told to have money, have heart
i’m puttin’ houses on the hill worth a million or more
marble on the floor with the french wood doors
i flipped a old school, and still slang that
got the guns in the trunk, you don’t want no funk
i’m on a money mission, slangin’ verse for verse
some premeditated and the others rehe-rs-d
i got the thirst, so bring it on like sprite
and we can make some sh-t tonight, beotch

[hook] – x 2
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar
b-tch i’m a motherf-ckin’ rap star
gorilla milk, b-la blunts and the caviar

- b legit

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