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letra de star - foogiano

[intro]
ho, mob
1017, n-gga
okay
we the mob, yeah, we the mob
i’m a star
(my daddy made this beat) ho

[chorus]
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if it ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?][0:20] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll make you a star
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if it ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll makе you a star
[verse 1]
i drop a bag in the projects (what?)
i got a lil’ bih with some good nеck (ooh)
i hit a n-gga with the bow flex (uh)
mm-mm, now he upset (uh)
but my finger, it get upset (what?)
trigger finger, boy, i up quick
p-ssy n-gga, you don’t want this (ho)
i hit that n-gga with the drum stick (grrah)
i made the cheese, mozzarella stick (cheese)
i’m fresh as h-ll like a peppermint (ooh)
i’m givin’ orders like the president (ho)
but i’m the mayor, b-tch, don’t get it twisted (mob)
b-tch, i go ape like king kong (what?)
we pass your b-tch like ping-pong (ooh)
she told me that this her new theme song
i told that b-tch that she can’t go wrong (ho)
[?][1:07] gang, b-tch, we on top
[?][1:08] n-gga, we the mob
[?][1:10] i’m screamin’ out free [?][1:11]
my n-gga chop, boy, he feel the drop (1017)
we got them [?][1:13] like [?] side (ooh)
my n-gga rule, he bang he right side (ho)
my n-gga score, he bang the left side (mob)
so p-ssy n-gga, don’t get hog tied (b-tch)
drizzy gon’ really bang a murder
your b-tch on my d-ck just like a girdle (ho)
i’m movin’ real slow ’cause i’m sippin’ purple (foog)
i’m gone, i’m geeked up, steve urkle (drip)
we run the city, them big facts (ho)
break a n-gga like a kit-kat (ooh)
you a b-tch, you need a tampax (b-tch)
need to free that n-gga [madmaxx?][1:33] (ho)
statin’ facts, i ain’t really rappin’ (mob)
money on me, boy, it’s overlappin’ (cheese)
movin’ like a turtle but i’m still snappin’ (ooh)
your b-tch [?][1:39] so you know i sn-tched (ho)
all i wanna do is get the money (racks)
the money, yeah, that’s all i want, b-tch (ho)
[?] gang, [?] ’til i die, on the mob, i’d never switch (mob)
i’d never be a patrick (mob)
i’d never let ’em have it (ho)
i’d never let her snap pic
up the [thirty?][1:52] let ’em have it (grrah)
i’m the mayor, i bring madness (mob)
your family, they’ll be saddest (ho)
draco eat ’em a sandwich (grrah)
should’ve never been a [?][1:59]
[chorus]
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if you ain’t ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll make you a star
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if you ain’t ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll make you a star

[verse 2]
[?][2:26] rain like rambo
i got a youngin with ammo (boom)
i had them boys at your back door (ho)
some in black, some dressed in camo (mob)
i’m the mayor, boy, don’t test me (mob)
they diss but they won’t address me (b-tch)
don’t need no stylist, boy, i dressed me (drip)
try to be the mayor but they can’t be (ooh)
1017, boy, i’m iced out (mob)
my diamonds hittin’ with the lights out (ice)
try to take it, boom, boom, boom, boom
yeah, n-gga, know your lights out
my pockets fat, boy, they open (huh?)
p-ssy n-gga, yeah, you know me (b-tch)
kickin’ doors, we’ll never forfeit (mob)
ain’t no fold up, we will find it (grrah)
my k!ller with the matchsticks (grrah)
all in designer fabric (drip)
never ever been a patrick (mob)
i got the milly from atlantic (mob)
jeweler told me i was gon’ be rich
i make a record like a magic trick (uh)
my n-gga finna have a foreign whip (what?)
with a rollie, rollin’ like these crips
chops’ll scram, n-gga, sucker [sam/slam?][3:07] (ooh)
i’m the mayor, boy, i got these grams
you ain’t hood, you don’t understand (mob)
what i did, i had to take that chance (b-tch)
[?][3:13] wop or my advance
pockets fat just like a mini-van (ooh)
try to take it, i’ll give you a tan (grrah)
rip the heater, i’m the toaster man
richard told me that i’m the g.o.a.t (mob)
so i know i gotta keep my focus
mama told me that i would choke
now these diamonds on me, they froze (ice)
ava told me, “daddy, you the man” (what?)
all them nights i was in that can
i made opps turn to a fan (ho)
b-tch, i’m fly like peter pan
ten toes, bro, don’t let up (what?)
n-gga slip, i’ma clean him up
rick say he want that bentley truck (what?)
my n-gga, he gon’ get that bentley truck (skrrt)
my grandma gone, i don’t give no f-ck (ho)
i had come through, n-gga, better duck (boom)
on that mud, n-gga, i be stuck (mud)
i’m a star but i don’t wear no chucks
[chorus]
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if you ain’t ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll make you a star
i drip on ’em like i’m a faucet
they follow me like i’m a prophet
n-gga, if you ain’t ’bout that profit
we gon’ lay on your ass like a carpet
[?] gang [?], know we the mob
gas so strong, need a pickle jar
they wanna f-ck me ’cause i’m a star
f-ck with me, girl, i’ll make you a star

[outro]
’cause i’m a star
i’ll make you a star

- foogiano

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