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lil bam - starstruck lyrics

(chorus)
i ain’t really worried bout em robbin me, i envy the robbery
karmas a b+tch we dont talk to police, thats against our policy
addicted but i blame the pharmacy, i throw them hoes back till i fall asleep
airport baby on airplane mode got promoters they keep on callin me

(bridge 1)
its a star in her presence she feelin the vibe, bro got the fire but he still got inside
took a bar took a xan and then come back alive, club can go up as soon as i arrive
pull up in a hawk and jump out in that fly, two perks up thats just to get by
went up on my dose cuz i wasn’t gettin high, im a real rich n+gga ain’t sh+t i can’t buy

(verse 1)
got bros in the hood still gettin it how they live, theyll come and take your sh+t
reach your arm out tryna sn+tch a n+gga chain, bet they gone break your sh+t
young n+gga pop on some faygo sh+t, been doing my thing and i ain’t gon quit
come out the projects out the lago bricks, got 4 homeboys im gon make 4 rich
got solider slim in a throwback, n+gga f+ck your drip im still fly as a b+tch
im bout to give a n+gga hoe back, if he keep on textin her cryin and sh+t
keep showin the same money ain’t buyin sh+t, chauffeur the rolls royce dont drive it
buss down the watch what time it is, can’t tell just look at my diamonds hit

(bridge 2)
these hoes dont stand a chance, make em get it off the floor dont need much stance
whole hunnid on my pants, thats 50 on the left got 50 on the right
doin this sh+t cuz i can, coulda spent it on a car coulda spent it on his life
n+gga no joke i ain’t playin, these f+ck n+ggas know im the man

(chorus)
i ain’t really worried bout em robbin me, i envy the robbery
karmas a b+tch we dont talk to police, thats against our policy
addicted but i blame the pharmacy, i throw them hoes back till i fall asleep
airport baby on airplane mode got promoters they keep on callin me

(verse 2)
they blink when they shoot but we lean and fire, wore em again cuz these jeans too (?)
we really have it we ain’t gotta lie, f+ck round and turn his lil trap to dubai
no you can’t kick it that f+ck n+gga pie, no competition it won’t be a tie
he come up missin you pay he won’t die, but if you dont then he cut up and fried
lame ass n+gga can’t come on this side, ask what happen to the last n+gga tried
i ain’t tryna say we gon k!ll you or nun, sh+t you might make it out but the last n+gga died
the young n+gga ace real goon like plies, no face so they can’t identify em
pull out the drum one band one sound, run in his house lay everybody down

(chorus)
i ain’t really worried bout em robbin me, i envy the robbery
karmas a b+tch we dont talk to police, thats against our policy
addicted but i blame the pharmacy, i throw them hoes back till i fall asleep
airport baby on airplane mode got promoters they keep on callin me

- lil bam lyrics

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