Star Attention
I prayed to God for nights like this
Need two toned Patek on my wrist
Flexed up look at all this drip
In the back I'm with yo chick
I'm bout to flip it
Got em got em jumping out the city with it
If they talking crazy imma get too illy with it
Making plays I got this piles of faceless Benjis with me yuh
I pull up everything stop i get star attention
Whipping wrist pray to god im with the clique yahhhuhhh
Mobbing ish ain't no telling where it end yahhhuh
I don't think so you might just end up dead yah
Billie Jean she jumped right on to my tip yahhh
I been thinking this it yeee yah
Bad lil bih I think she thick yeahhh yah
So I slide her to the crib yeh yah
And I dig into her ribs yeeeeeah ay
I want some racks
So I'm snappin like that
I want a whip with no trunk in the back
I want a chick with a thump on the back
That know how to cook she keep me coming back
If you want war then you better not lack
When I'm in attendance you better not act
Squadron come through they prepared for attack
I can't control em you better step back yuh
I prayed to God for nights like this
Need two toned Patek on my wrist
Flexed up look at all this drip
In the back I'm with yo chick
I'm bout to flip it
Got em got em jumping out the city with it
If they talking crazy imma get too illy with it
Making plays I got this piles of faceless Benjis with me
I pull up everything stop i get star attention
Need two toned Patek on my wrist
Flexed up look at all this drip
In the back I'm with yo chick
I'm bout to flip it
Got em got em jumping out the city with it
If they talking crazy imma get too illy with it
Making plays I got this piles of faceless Benjis with me yuh
I pull up everything stop i get star attention
Whipping wrist pray to god im with the clique yahhhuhhh
Mobbing ish ain't no telling where it end yahhhuh
I don't think so you might just end up dead yah
Billie Jean she jumped right on to my tip yahhh
I been thinking this it yeee yah
Bad lil bih I think she thick yeahhh yah
So I slide her to the crib yeh yah
And I dig into her ribs yeeeeeah ay
I want some racks
So I'm snappin like that
I want a whip with no trunk in the back
I want a chick with a thump on the back
That know how to cook she keep me coming back
If you want war then you better not lack
When I'm in attendance you better not act
Squadron come through they prepared for attack
I can't control em you better step back yuh
I prayed to God for nights like this
Need two toned Patek on my wrist
Flexed up look at all this drip
In the back I'm with yo chick
I'm bout to flip it
Got em got em jumping out the city with it
If they talking crazy imma get too illy with it
Making plays I got this piles of faceless Benjis with me
I pull up everything stop i get star attention
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sylvester
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