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KINGSTAR Lyrics by King Uub

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[Chorus]
Im sittin here rollin yall niggas be starrin
What the fuck is that shit that yall niggas be wearin
Man all of my diamonds be shinin and flarin
You say you got this but in public dont wear it
How yall come from a place that you claim and not rep it
My bars keep spinnin im feelin like tetris
Yall fake niggas need to get back in the play pen
This bullet get cold ion fuck with no play shit
I stay by myself i ain't reppin no gang shit
Dont care bout no colors unless yall get racist
Fuck the police, i ain't speakin no dumb shit
He asked for the fade but that nigga was runnin
I posted a track told my people to run it
When you smokin wit me put the smoke in ya stomach
She sent me some pics and shе told me she want it
I come ovеr at night and i leave in the mornin

[Verse]
Ima keep going off, i hop on the track and i keep going off
They can't handle the heat cause my shit is too raw
Got em jumpin and dancin , they heads gonna bop
Put lil shawty on stage she be feeling my locks
Shit i brought her backstage and she giving me top
Made a few calls and then went to the mall
This the very first time that i feel in control
Im helping these people im savin these souls
My shit is too crisp im not talkin matzo
My life is so crazy i feel like im dreaming
But my pain do remind me a nigga not sleepin
When i learned how to swim, i was thrown in the deep-end
I applied that to music and that shit was no different
Yuh ima kingstar, cashed me a check and a nigga gon ball (yuh)
Yuh im feelin in charge, like one of them niggas whos makin new laws (yuh)
Put a bad bitch in my hall , put a bad bitch with her friends in my car
On the way to the airport, private jet flyin in the sky like a hawk
She drop on her knees to the floor , this bitch gettin crazy she take off my drawls

[Chorus]
Im sittin here rollin yall niggas be starrin
What the fuck is that shit that you niggas be wearin
Man all of my diamonds be shinin and flarin
You say you got this but in public dont wear it
How yall come from a place that you claim and not rep it
My bars keep spinnin im feelin like tetris
Yall fake niggas need to get back in the play pen
This bullet get cold ion fuck with no play shit
I stay by myself i ain't reppin no gang shit
Dont care bout no colors unless yall get racist
Fuck the police, i ain't speakin no dumb shit
He asked for the fade but that nigga was runnin
I posted a track told my people to run it
When you smokin wit me put the smoke in ya stomach
She sent me some pics and she told me she want it
I come over at night and i leave in the mornin

[Verse]
Whole lotta ms got these racks in face (yuh)
Not shootin lil nigga i ain't catching no case (yuh)
You fail when you grindin but been blessed with a day (hey)
You not my bitch so stop calling me baby
Catchin a vibe bruh im bouta go crazy
Talked to the lord and begged him to save me
Know i wanna ball in the cali hills (yuhhh)
Live next to them old grown looking mills(sheeshh)
She want a try but she in her feels
(bitch)bitch Youll get over it, just dont know how you will (oooh)
Just popped out
Brand new whip with the top down
Chicken on chicken no kung pao (chicken on chicken on chicken)
So much weed its a green house
I got what i need can you leave now (yuh)
Did it by myself, what you mean how? (yuh) Dame shame wow (aye)
You and me we not the same in this (naw)
All of these girls wanna take a pic (yaw)
All of these girls wanna taste my dick
All of these girls wanna have some kids
I cannot chill with no hating bitch
Now you want chill cause im winning shit (oou)
I grind on a daily dont need a bitch (yuh)
This track bouta slap finna make me rich (pah)
(this track bouta slap finna make me rich)

[Chorus]
Im sittin here rollin yall niggas be starrin
What the fuck is that shit that you niggas be wearin
Man all of my diamonds be shinin and flarin
You say you got this but in public dont wear it
How yall come from a place that you claim and not rep it
My bars keep spinnin im feelin like tetris
Yall fake niggas need to get back in the play pen
This bullet get cold ion fuck with no play shit
I stay by myself i ain't reppin no gang shit
Dont care bout no colors unless yall get racist
Fuck the police, i ain't speakin no dumb shit
He asked for the fade but that nigga was runnin
I posted a track told my people to run it
When you smokin wit me put the smoke in ya stomach
She sent me some pics and she told me she want it
I come over at night and i leave in the mornin
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King Uub

King Uub

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