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j. fitts - ima star ft. benderpullem lyrics

chorus –

jump right out da whip girl ima star
i put margiela on my feet
that’s what i rock
i get that pack and p-ss it off
like brett fave
don’t f-ck with peons
only yeah deal wit my squad

verse –

man it’s a h-ll of a feeling
to sit back and know that i’m winning
i used them long nights of not even sleeping
in studio sessions
i been blessed up lemme tell u
i can not be a failure

i won’t see in person
i mail it to you
or have a bad b-tch come and sell it to you
right ( yea yea yeah)

applying pressure on my come up
i can’t f-ck wit no b-tch less that b-tch yeah
got a -ss on her
i heard that your money ain’t right what we doing business for
soon as i walk thru the door
don’t ask for no features brah
fool i tuck and roll
all da lil youngins be showing me love
the streets need comp-ssion
and all thee above
if i hit a lick
won’t be snappin it up
you n-gg-s funny ain’t laughing
wit ya

pill poppin feins for the love of the music
sh-t was a act but look holmes you abused it
look at you now
you look stupid ( yea yeah)

chorus –

jump right out da whip girl ima star
i put margiela on my feet
that’s what i rock
i get that pack and p-ss it off
like brett fave
don’t f-ck with peons
only yeah deal wit my squad

verse ( bender pullem)

gucci ..balenci ..louis vuitton
i don’t got no key baby this push to start
has he ever scooped you in a drop top
you slip on henny i like sprite
with wockhardt

d-mn ima star
you know i do want i want cause a pop
i ride wit felonies right in my car
if you my lil b-tch
ima f-ck on you raw
you know ima gangsta
don’t f-ck wit da law

ima trapper
lil b-tch i don’t swipe
remember having a different b-tch every night
i spin a bad b-tch if she ain’t my type
i’m living wrong
but i’m living that life

rose gold patek
filled up wit ice
if i go to jail send me kite
ima baller lil b-tch call me mike
i be more strapped up then a dike
ima shootin star make a wish
i just came to f-ck we don’t kiss
a hunnit bottles spend em to the vip
ballin baby call me jason kid

i heard that money ain’t right
baby come f-ck wit a boss yea yea
i take you shopping tomorrow
don’t give a f-ck bout the cost yea yea
every time that you see me i be strapped up
wit my dog yea yea
i been winning so long i don’t give a f-ck bout a lost yea yeah

chorus –

jump right out da whip girl ima star
i put margiela on my feet
that’s what i rock
i get that pack and p-ss it off
like brett fave
don’t f-ck with peons
only yeah deal wit my squad

- j fitts lyrics

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