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Star Bandz
2:02Yo, kickback Uh, uh, uh, uh Hey, uh Hey, uh Hey, uh Last time that I checked, uh, I'm one of the best Don't get me wrong, feel like King Kong Got me beatin' all on my chest If you ain't got no jewelry on Then you should not feel so dressed I'm gon' get on, it won't take long Give me my throne, I'm blessed and stressed If you listenin', take notes These my ambitions as a rapper A real nose snapper I grew up around them trappers And no, I ain't no dancer But I got the moves like Jagger And ain't no competition 'cause I'm bigger, better, badder I'm a bad mama jama, even in pajamas I don't want no good boy I told him to bring me some scammers Only time I want a nerd is if I copy off your answers And now he think I want him Call my phone and I don't answer I'm with the stars, somewhere right by NASA Think I'm soft 'cause I'm lightskin? Alright I'll make you call me master And where I go, Nina know, don't believe me? Then go ask her And I'm ready for whatever If you scared, then call the pastor I really want the money I don't care for fame, you dig? Hair swingin' past my rear end And no, that's not a wig And real talk, I think 'bout life when I get off the phone with Sig Tryna make it out my hood and be the first to say I did Steady talkin' on the net But I'm outside, they never slid I ain't duckin' from a soul who ain't gon' touch me and never did Try to play 'cause I'm a kid-, get too close, you gon' get did Got him thinkin' he a player But he a bum and really mid Ugh, oh my God, I just want the money When I get rich and get them carats You can call me Lola Bunny Every day I pray to God and I say thanks for what's done for me And I got a lot of cheese So when I eat, it hurt my tummy You know I love my mama, yeah She call me superstar I hate askin' for a favor So I'm savin' for a car If I gotta wake up early Still go to sleep at four o'clock You know we never mix designer Got the shirt to match the socks They love to bluff, but in my eyes They ain't no threat Watch me put on Gucci shoes And that's to step on all they neck I'm always runnin' late Took me two weeks to cash a check I'm 15 and got it goin', but I can't lie I'm blessed and stressed, uh Last time that I checked, uh I'm one of the best Don't get me wrong, feel like King Kong Got me beatin' all on my chest If you ain't got no jewelry on Then you should not feel so dressed I'm gon' get on, it won't take long Give me my throne, I'm blessed and stressed If you listenin', take notes, these my ambitions as a rapper A real nose snapper, I grew up around them trappers And no, I ain't no dancer, but I got the moves like Jagger And ain't no competition 'cause I'm bigger, better, badder Uh, uh, uh, uh But I'm bigger, better, badder, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah