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rick ross - i'm not a star lyrics

“i’m not a star”

maybach music
i’m not a star, somebody lied, i got a pistol in the car, a 45
if i’d die today, remember me like john lennon
bury the louis, i’m talkin all brown linen
make all of my b-tches tattoo my logo on they t-tty
put a statue of a n-gg- in the middle of the city
load up the choppers like it’s december thirty first
roll up and c-ck it and hit them n-gg-s where it hurts
told em my partnah and help them f-ggots give em thirty
i told em i got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty
back on my benz, been in these b-tches 830
scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
goin on 12, go home and tell that man i’m lyin’
i got a bake sale, b-tches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that’s a dan marino
talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
n-gg-s feel my pain, i aint even gotta say it
where i come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
how i can save when all my n-gg-s in the can
and by my brothers people, motherf-cker take my hand

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the n-gg-s spending c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star [x4]

all black lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
got a couple dollars, now this n-gg- think he ricky

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the n-gg-s spending c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star [x4]

i’m not a star, somebody lied, i spent a milly on the car
it come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
it’s a multi-million dollar motherf-cker in it
and i’m quick to blow a milli in a minute
i know them people wanna stick me with the senates
i’m a player catchin b-tches like i’m to
trunk full of work, yea this n-gg- think he neno
three dice yea, grab a n-gg- for a kilo
pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
diddy negotiates and the paperwork the to
my n-gg-s never sing if i need em i go to neo
f-ck a famous b-tch then i treat her just like a ski-oh
not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
monday for monages and tuesday i get a trio
and the b-tch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a po

pull up to the club i got a kilo in the car
black card for the n-gg-s spending c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star [x4]

- rick ross lyrics

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