Big Boss Finesse - Star Lyrics

Ayy
Uh
Ayy
Ay, Ayy
Ay, Ayy
Damn he finesse you out your shit again
Bitch
Ayy
Smokin' on zookies straight out the jar
Foe' nem' get wild up pipe out the car
We is soldiers look at my battle scars
My mama been knew that I was a star
Now look
I give her this dick she asking for more
When I slide in she feel it in her core
No I ain't youngsta
But she my little whore
We keep f*cking until she sore
She say I'm god given
Guess she prayed to the lord
You say you a plug
Well I pull the cord
Don't give it up
You can die from these four
I beat this beat like Def Jam N.O.R.E
Take off and skrt my engine gone roar
I ate hot dogs and beans
Nigga I was poor
I used to stain weed
Nigga not no more
And that was with no pipe
I was gambling with my life
Ayy
Roll it like some dice
Ayy
Throw jewelry on
Now I'm on ice
Tell the bartender
Get my cup right
I'll drink some lean
With some sprite
Already got my jewelry
I just need some more ice
Shorty shared her thoughts
She gave me her mind
Boy you playing tough
You a bitch in disguise
Ima real nigga
I can see it in your eyes
If I pull this pipe
Nigga you gone cry
If I pull this pipe
Nigga you gone die
You ain't got to fake kick it
Don't tell me no lies
Got x-ray vision
I can see through yo mind
Thought I was a cokey
How I cut the line
Said he was gone poke me
I guess it's your time
I move low key
You can catch this dime
That's ten
Boy you stay switching
Your ass like Ben
That's ten
I take off your top
Yea I pop the lid
(With 10)
Nena start bussin'
Up in this bitch
Goofy got popped
Just like a mid
I don't want your bitch
She look like Sid
She dirty as hell
And smoke on cigs
And she got a stomach
Just like Gibbs
How you gone beef
But you put up in the crib
Must be one of them internet bitch
Must be one of them internet snitch
Ain't signed to a label but I'm still lit
We can stitch you up with the kit
That's a G23 with a stick
Ayy
Bitch