Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks - Mutherfuckin' Star lyrics
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now mutherfucker take a look at the kid now take a look at the crib no take a look at the car I'm a mutherfucking star it's kinda hard for me to practice cause niggas aint up to par and my paper stretch longer than abdul-jabar get hit with a leaner and the grib of a lobster with a pooched screen I gun a man with a chopper you played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka I rode a bike now I land in a chopper you should keep your head down if you got love for him before you see his ass flying off the roof like nutso in above the rim the kid is out for the gusto and I love to win driving the industry nutso I'ma rub it in you page me a trial every kid is spoiled smell that nigga I just shit it on you I pass bullets so the gun goes with me and the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky and they automatic which means they unload quickly I hit these niggas with a drum role 50 they make another song get a bitch pregnant, wrong I don't trust myself walk into the hotel with the rubber on then I'm gone I ain't playing funny style ain't wearing your shit I wear my own the industry for me some mutherfucking rap homie gimme a cheque a couple mil. and jet see heavy smoking is a thing I do that's why me weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo we in the club with the daggers and razors too I'm cool as ice water my earings are laser blue you should cop a new vest cause if I got a tatoo for every nigga that past there wouldn't be room left and I'll be damned if I spend my afternoon stressed when my sex partner is 5'9 with baloon breasts ghost writing is a hobbie kid so if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it I probably did and you can tell you flopped on your last tour cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom if I'm at the dealer I ain't browsing I'm buying these rappers can't spend a 100,000$ they lieing damn near sold 100,000 you crying tell you what here's a tech shoot yourself in the neck