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rick ross - i'm not a star lyrics

[intro]
maybach music

[verse 1]
chea! 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
buried in louie, 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-gga in the middle of the city
load up the choppers like it’s december 31st
roll up and c-ck it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
told on my partner and help them crackers give him 30
i told him i got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty
back on my biz, been in this b-tch since 8:30
scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30
goin’ on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
i got a bake sale, b-tch its 30′ for the pie
it’s 9 for the slice, dummy that’s a dan marino
talkin’ quarterbacks meanin talkin’ quarter kilos
n-ggas feel my pain, i ain’t even gotta say it
where i come from, if you open it you payin’
how i can save when all my n-ggas in the can?
am i my brothers keeper? motherf-cker take my hand

[hook]
pull up to the club, i got a kilo in the car
black card but a n-gga spendin’ c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
all black lamborghini, smokin’ on the sticky
got a couple dollars, now this n-gga think he ricky
pull up to the club, i got a kilo in the car
black card but a n-gga spendin’ c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star

[verse 2]
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 a 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 sentence
i’m a player catchin’ b-tches like i’m to
trunk full of work, yeah this n-gga think he nino
three dice yeah, grab a n-gga for a kilo
pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
diddy negotiates and the paperwork to theo
my n-ggas never sing, if i need ’em i go to ne-yo
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 ménages and tuesday i get a trio
and the b-tch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a po

[hook]
pull up to the club, i got a kilo in the car
black card but a n-gga spendin’ c-notes at the bar
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star
i’m not a star

- rick ross lyrics

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