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lloyd banks - mutherfuckin' star lyrics

broke -ss motherf-cker
now m-th-rf-cker take a look at the kid
now take a look at the crib
no take a look at the car i’m a m-th-rf-cking star
it’s kinda hard for me to practice cause n-gg-s aint up to par
and my paper stretch longer than abdul-jabar
get hit with a leaner and the grib of a lobster
with a pooched screen i gun a man with a chopper
you played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka
i rode a bike now i land in a chopper
you should keep your head down if you got love for him
before you see his -ss flying off the roof like nutso in above the rim
the kid is out for the gusto and i love to win
driving the industry nutso i’ma rub it in
you page me a trial every kid is spoiled
smell that n-gg- i just sh-t it on you
i p-ss bullets so the gun goes with me
and the bullets are the size of mutumbo’s pinky
and they automatic which means they unload quickly
i hit these n-gg-s with a drum role 50 they make another song
get a b-tch pregnant, wrong i don’t trust myself walk into the hotel with the rubber on
then i’m gone
designers think im funny style coz i ain’t selling n-body else sh-t
i wear my own
the industry for me some m-th-rf-cking rap homie gimme a cheque
a couple mil. and a jet
see heavy smoking is a thing i do
that’s why me weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo
we in the club with the daggers and razors too
i’m cool as ice water my earings are laser blue
you should cop a new vest
cause if i got a tatoo for every n-gg- that past there wouldn’t be room left
and i’ll be d-mned if i spend my afternoon stressed
when my s-x partner is 5’9 with baloon br–sts
ghost writing is a hobbie kid
so if a n-gg- sh-t sound like i wrote it i probably did
and you can tell you flopped on your last tour
cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom
if i’m at the dealer i ain’t browsing i’m buying
these rappers can’t spend a 100,000$ they lying
d-mn near sold 100,000 you crying
tell you what here’s a tech
shoot yourself in the neck…

- lloyd banks lyrics

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