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lil stars – mute lyrics

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[hook]
b-tches want my d-ck so i put my phone on mute
baby lookin’ thick so i might just have to shoot
i was movin’ bricks so i had a choose a route
b-tch i got a stick so ain’t ever need a rug

[verse 1]
i had to go get the paper
f-ck the b-tch now not later
she said that she want me to rape her
she said that she want me to date her
i ain’t ever wife no thot
clean the streets with a mop
pullin’ up with the squad
i gotta go get guap
i come home and she give me top
i’m finna pull out the big ol’ glock
i’m finna pull out the lil ol’ uzi
and i ain’t talkin’ bout vert
goin’ out shoppin’ and splerge
she wanna f-ck i curve
get on the beat and serve
in the whip i swerve
gettin’ the clout i deserve
gettin’ on my last nerve
put yo’ head on the curb
i’m feelin’ great superb
now i’m smokin’ on the purp
and i ain’t talkin’ bout omar
music cl-ssic like mozart
like 21 i got no heart
watch rick and morty i’m so smart
you wanna feature get no part
chokin’ my b-tches like they bart
i want the zucc like i’m mark
look at the stats and charts
boy you ain’t nothin’ like me
ice on my neck it’s freeze
neck cold, a/c
put the mask on, ski
f-ck it, mask off, g
givin’ out like the tree
destroy careers, debris
vivid diamonds, lsd
b-tch i sting like a bee
b-tch get on her knees
got b-tches like 123

[hook]
b-tches want my d-ck so i put my phone on mute
baby lookin’ thick so i might just have to shoot
i was movin’ bricks so i had a choose a route
b-tch i got a stick so ain’t ever need a rug

[verse 2]
she wanna suck, i put it in park
hop on the beat, go off like a dart
hop in the coupe, go off and i zoom
welcome to doom, put you in a tomb
show you the stick, b-tch you a b-tch
do not give a sh-t, i hit the l!cks
i got the pole, leave you swole
look at my goals, i’m on a roll
you want advice, i give you the scroll
if you can’t eat, i give you the bowl
i text the b-tch like “i gotta go”
hop in the studio
cookin’ up like a stove
look at the miles i’ve drove
you was 13 and you played with the toys
i was 13 i was out makin’ noise
chill with the boys
chill with the crew
we in the whip
we hop out and shoot
these boys are like pups
their b-tch is my sl-t
f-ck her once then cut
i ain’t ever finna cuff
no b-tch, no diss
this is why i win
look at me look at the grin
look at me look at the smile
been doin’ this sh-t for a while
i’m finna turn up the dial
boy try to steal my style
thats a motherf-ckin’ clout chaser
i ain’t ever givin’ out favors
watch on my wrist look like glacier

[hook]
b-tches want my d-ck so i put my phone on mute
baby lookin’ thick so i might just have to shoot
i was movin’ bricks so i had a choose a route
b-tch i got a stick so ain’t ever need a rug



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