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shitty boyz - star player كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
sh_ttyboyz

[verse 1]
every star player has an off night
i turned off_brand into off_white
guarantee you run up on me, that’s a lost life
your boyfriend a dirtball, this that sauce life
stamina in credit, boy i’m runnin’ up a check
track star in saks fifth, i’m runnin’ up the set
run up, try to flex, that’s 100 to your neck
i got ’em sick, bro, they can’t stomach what i spent
i’d still talk sh_t if i ain’t have a mouth
and i work for this sh_t, it wasn’t handed out
i knew the b_tch was easy, i ain’t really have a doubt
used to crack jokes ’bout the kid but i’m laughin’ now
hoes used to hold me, i ain’t need them though
i ain’t scared of death, b_tch i’m scared of being broke
look in the mirror, h_ll yeah i see the goat
she sent my soul through the roof, yeah she a pro
we ain’t up now? that sh_t new to me
shoot me? wouldn’t even shoot a 3
i don’t scr_p but the punches are like ufc
i’m plugged in, charged up like a usb
hockey sticks, we slide like a mighty duck
you a d_ckhead if you try your luck
fire hazard every time i’m ’bout to slide a [?]
raf simons on, you won’t catch me in no hyperdunks

[hook]
yeah, i’m the star player, used to be [?] i’m the star player
scorin’ now, h_ll nah i ain’t no ball player
took a few risks, now i’m feelin’ like the star player
ha, yeah b_tch, i’m the star player
used to ride the bench, now i’m the star player
scorin’ now, h_ll nah i ain’t no ball player
took a few tricks, now i’m feelin’ like the star player

[verse 2]
b_tch said i’m actin’ dumb, nah
i just wanted head like a mugshot
swear to god i just had a pack of [?]
stick got some power, boy that’s a pack a punch glock
i would hate to be your losing ass
used to play midnight club, now i do the dash
[?] punch with my abusive ass
hit her with a juke move with my elusive ass
all that fake sh_t, nah i can’t be around it
all that snake sh_t, nah i can’t be around it
all that hate sh_t, nah i can’t be around it
i ain’t gon’ miss one shot if the beam up on it
heartbeat sensor on the chop, so don’t take a breath
red bottoms on, that’s a band when i take a step
[?] you the type to go and blame the ref
game face activated, no i can’t break a sweat
this life, just wait ’til i activate
i was in a bad mood ’til that package came
got that drake on my side like a raptors game
came up stealin’ like i jumped in the passing lane
the only time you shot [?]
you ain’t never touch 10, i done made a few
only eighteen, but i was born that plus eighty_two
sent eight out the .30, now it got baby smoove

[verse 3]
hmm, should i f_ck up big beaver?
nah, i’ma just f_ck up some chip readers
self_scanning in my hoodie, i’m the bin reaper
got it off the strength, now i’m flexing like a gym teacher
feel like jet li, foreign kicks when i walk
crunchwrap supreme, b_tch that’s just how i talk
plankton ass boy, stop beggin’ for the sauce
ain’t never been no worker, b_tch i always been a boss
dude fly when she say ain’t sh_t free in life
cause i’ma make a twenty ball if i leave tonight
steak bites, smack the chef_stained season right
they ain’t have no masters on the side? this a visa night
steady blowin’ up my phone, this b_tch need a life
yeezy boost off the joggy, that’s a [?] life
you still rock samoas? boy them [?]
ain’t no need to fight, boy send dawg to jesus christ

- shitty boyz

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