Star Lyrics – Oliver Francis
Singer: Oliver Francis
Title: Star
Walk up in this b#tch and they like “who got the weed?”
If you finna roll the spliff you better pass it to me
I need dinner reservations for my entire team
I’m the best at what I do but I don’t do it for free
I got racks on racks and racks and racks I keep in the safe
Oh, he say he want some beef, well b#tch I saved you a plate
My accountants they one hundred, they don’t make no mistakes
Just a smile on my face, all it take for me to get your body
Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can’t say how it’s gonna be
Could you promise that you’ll stay ’til it’s over?
Burning like a falling star
Tearing out your rotten heart
I can’t say how it’s gonna be
Could you promise that you’ll stay ’til it’s over?
Venom in my system, girl I like your physique
Got me feeling so euphoric, got me talking so sweet
Go on, lay back, and let it hit you when I sink in my teeth
Yeah, my allure gon’ have you open like a skeleton key
God don’t even gotta know so go on just have a taste
Yeah, the fruit is still forbidden but the feeling is great
Go ahead live in the moment, it’s okay to partake
Just a bed full of snakes, all it takes for me to get your body
Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can’t say how it’s gonna be
Could you promise that you’ll stay til it’s over?
Burning like a falling star
Tearing out your rotten heart
I can’t say how it’s gonna be
Could you promise that you’ll stay til it’s over?
Came a long way since way back when
Since AJ pushed Zips out of Dano’s crib, yeah
Mama Kays when we had bunkbeds
And I would steady put the pad to the pen, sayin’ sh#t like
Fifty b#tches on my dick
Pretty boy swag, yeah I’m way too lit
Lil broke boy, you don’t got it like this
Mic gettin’ ripped
p#ss#, I’ma tell you like this
You ain’t really f#ckin’ with the boy
You ain’t really totin’ sh#t
You ain’t really sayin nothin’ to me
You ain’t really gettin money, you ain’t really f#ckin b#tches
You ain’t champagne sippin’, you ain’t big whip whippin’
You ain’t even really really worth my time
You ain’t really got a gang, ride with you, stay solid like mine
You ain’t got a AJ, got a Chryse
You ain’t even got a job, got a car, b#tch boy get a life, I’m ill
Yeah, I’m in Miami beach smokin’ on keylime
(Ooh, uh) Cut down these rappers sum’ like Captain Levi
(Yeah) Might mix the Rick Owens up with some Levi’s
I got that type of sh#t make you wanna rewind
I had enough, you lil boys need to realize
For all of you cry babies b#tchin’ bout me “switchin up”
Need to look in the mirror, go suck that sh#t up
Matter fact open wide, swallow both of these nuts, you lil b#tch
Yeah, it’s still cloudboys 2015 ’til infinity
Strapped with a vest screaming, “f#ck all my enemies”
I die tomorrow, your b#tch gon’ remember me
Yeah
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