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cob pretereo - shootin' stars lyrics

[pre-chorus]

b-tch we be shootin’ stars
driving foreign cars
driving down the boulevard
with my shorty b-tch
we be f-ckin’ going hard
with some diamonds on my wrist
b-tches bust down

[chorus]

we be gettin’ all the bills cause we rich now
too many hoes in my crib gotta kick ‘em out
b-tch if you talkin’ down you be getting murked now
you b-tches talkin’ all that sh-t but never come around
your b-tch hit me up you know i gotta d-ck her down
pullin’ up in the benz we be shinin’ now
hop out, glocks out then we air it out
$40,000 on my wrist b-tch, i’m geekin’ out b-tch-b-tch i’m geekin’ (ayy)

[verse]

big dope inside this car i be trappin’ out
when i pulled up on they block they be duckin’ down
cause these n-ggas don’t know i’m getting richer now
these n-ggas wanna see me fail but they be hanging out
hop out the whip ayy, with some louis on my waste
wearin’ shirts with the snakes i got like eight
i be chargin’ at them like chuck (ayy)
b-tches come around now they wanna f-ck (ayy)
bust a nut in that b-tch then i’m done (ayy)
all my young n-ggas we be rollin’ blunts
you a dumb b-tch you look like a thumb
extendo clip came with a f-cking drum (ayy)
spray that sh-t then i run, it’s a gun run n-gga (ayy)

[pre-chorus]

(ayy) b-tch we be shootin’ stars
driving foreign cars
driving down the boulevard
with my shorty b-tch
we be f-ckin’ going hard
with some diamonds on my wrist
b-tches bust down

[chorus]

- cob pretereo lyrics

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