Sw!sh - Starry Lyrics

Iced out, nigga from the top down
Cleaner than a bitch
Too hype let me pipe down
Kool-aid on my kicks
She could lick but don't bite down
F*ckin up my feet get me pissed like a real mut
That shit is a tick, make me click
Get the real f*ck
Steppin on my cleats, that's not cool, get me real flamed
I'm speaking off my first and my middle and my last name
I'm not smart I'm just Liah
Coolin with the fast gang
I like speed I don't
Play slow, hug the fast lane
If you want love then make change
My ancestors used they brain
To get free and they slain
Thrown off ships, killed in vain
They good blood I will claim
I'm not with the moon, I with the stars now
How about this
Do you want suck on my dick
I'm freestylin my tick
Big ball you a chick
You small like a hitch
Run the route
All in my left Antonio Brown
If you wanna get cash
Say it loud
If you wanna get bags be around
I be all bout my Indian like a mound
I believe in the Gods who give me sound
I know I'm a dog a little hound
I be holding my temple on the ground
Like
Like damn, yeah I'm up
Right now I don't give a f*ck
College made me get a buck
Now bitches act like ducks
When I'm in it they just cluck
And they feathers can't be plucked
But that's not my dear intentions
I intend to have some fun
As you share some of ur stuff

Yeah I'm up but who really cares cause you got the luck
You not dumb, you know we just young and we bumpin bums
Different rooms
Any place to greet, hotel or the streets
We some freaks
Dirty but we neat
I don't know your sweet
But let's eats
Bring it to the suite
Now let's party
Show me and your friends that you know how to get narly
Chocolate wasted but I got some cocos getting horny
Oh that's right, and you told me you don't do this often
You just want to get away from people who nauseas
That shit is contagious
It's garbage
Throw the evidence in the toilet
Left it with the beard James Harden
I see you wanna smoke, let me spark it
Higher than a kite, yeah you retarded
Smelling like that funk, as if I farted
Man that bitch is crazy, show her to the door
I don't care, She not riding on my Harley
David I'm starring
Talk about it later, on the phone or the internet lil mama I'm sorry
Now let's go get starry