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letra de star - danny ali

star

[pre-chorus]
momma i’m a muhf-ckin’ star now
i could tell a hoe to play her part now
you see they try to pull my card now
cause they know ya son a f-ckin’ star now
right right right

[hook]
momma made a muhf-ckin’ star b-tch
i came for the bucks like a star b-tch
i don’t put no keys in my car b-tch
i just press the b-tton and it start b-tch

[verse 1]
and f-ck any convo
i got covered like blindfold
key to the game with my eyes closed
2 seater fittin’ five though
how we arrive i should be endin’ that soul search
i should be manson with cult merch
god never seen it
blue avenger with the tinted scenic
all of you n-gg-s fugazi
that boy reclinin’, he lazy
you do the dash like dame
i keep it rockin’ like jay-z
i don’t be lookin’ for love, i just be huntin’ for blood
that n-gg- sent form above, tell my momma come and look at yo son

[pre-chorus]

[hook] x2

[verse 2]
my granny called, she said ali you work too hard
she who i do it for, for her i’m goin extra hard
gunnin’ for grammy, so speak on the family
i pull up to yo mammy and i’ll have my chopper bless her car
maybe i went too far
maybe yo’ b-tch on bars
i pull her with no tint on my car
you pull up, we don’t know who you are
milly rock when i sway
i pull up wit no case
go away, go away
don’t speak on my name, you never get paid

[bridge]
bad boy, no diddy lil n-gg-
i’m a
boy no diddy, imma
takeoff

[verse 3]
that love sh-t is dead to me
they ain’t a threat to me
they end up dead if they makin a threat to me
wake up, i drown in the cake of the jets
take what you got and i pray for the rest
projects to the project, plain
majors they avoiding cause i cannot be tamed
d-mn
buzzin on my line all day
tell em he ain’t doin it the same
he not playin they game
they just want a chain up on my neck
i just want the love before i’m dead
tell me who f-ckin wit the best
aye
tell me who f-ckin wit the next
guess
tell me who next
yes
tell me who, tell me who flex for the runner
aye
n-gg-s still snitchin for the bread
i could blame a n-gg- for the sh-t i couldn’t get
but it’s all in my head

[outro]
they don’t know that it’s all in my head
k!ll a n-gg- runnin’ then i take all his bread
comin’ full circle when i run from the feds
now i’m drownin’ in my sins, that’s a different debt

- danny ali

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