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mook boy - stars in the ceiling lyrics

sauce god!
bleedin’ in the booth right now on you p-ss-es
the whole city ours n-gg-, we really got it out the mud
(mookie)
this that whole thang music, no break down

[verse 1]
we chicken talkin’ all day, we barely speak that english
i’m with a hot b-tch, you hug her, need fire extinguisher
a half a brick in 30 minutes, change my whole demeanor
the chevy coupe gone sn-tch off faster than that cheap -ss beamer
we put the stars in the ceiling for all the day dreamers
dancin’ in the end zone, look at em in the bleachers
ask them b-tches how i dribble, i’m sharp as a needle
wait, ask em bout that ink, i’m scarred with that needle
d-mn, ask em bout my mouth, i’m chewin’ on gold
sold a brick watching the game at the citrus bowl
sn-tched a condo and a coupe sittin in jail, n-gg-
it’s bricks only, why the f-ck you got that scale with ya?
n-gg-, my auntie got gold teeth and race cars
raw b-tch, she might still turn ya trap off
i pull up beatin real slow, with all that slap off
we got them p-ss-es out the crew and cut the fat off
that’s facts!

roll up, bruh
gg, g-dawg
you know the wave ours man, we don’t even play with these p-ss-es
wake up to a boss, baby, get a louie purse for breakfast
you already know how we rockin’
we ain’t cussin’ b-tches out
we taking b-tches shopping
givin’ em flowers, opening the doors, and the whole nine
sauce god sh-t

[hook]
we left the dracos at the house, and came out with the hecklers
f-ck with a boss and get a brand new louie purse for breakfast
we got the stars in the ceiling, we got our sh-t together
we got the stars in the ceiling, we got out sh-t together

we left the dracos at the house, and came out with the hecklers
f-ck with a boss and get a brand new louie purse for breakfast
we got the stars in the ceiling, we got our sh-t together
we got that sack and digi-scale, we’ll serve ya wherever

[outro]
swear to god, mook got a bad b-tch i ain’t even gone see nothin’
i’ain even have to say nothin’
know i’m in a 08 or somethin’
know you can’t trust p-ssy n-gg-s
know the f-ck n-gg- ole snake or something
know i’m on that rich n-gg- sh-t, 745, 8 or somethin’
know a n-gg- [?] bout ya
know a n-gg- get stupid bout ya
know a n-gg- come thru on a new surf board and get loopy bout ya
know i keep ya -ss in the loop
know i keep ya in the new boots
know i keep ya in the new red bottom on the heels and ya -ss too

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