A Star

Lookin at this girl damn she so fine
I get up on her Instagram and then she blow my mind
And every time I'm online niggas fall in line
Try to wine and dine but the girl that there just decline
She hit her girls and they out pound sign
The type of body that'll make a nigga leave his dime
She hit the club niggas turn around B-Line
Just to stand in line divine niggas fight canine
You waste your time tryin throw that girl a line
You'll hit a landmine push back hairline
To fuck with her you gon need a co-sign
Reject a nigga hurt a nigga pride and they spine
She fine, so she ain't up by the bar
She all up in the VIP I pull her up a chair
She go to sit down I go to whisper in her ear
I got to make one thing clear aye

Bae you a star
Baby yea you a star
Baby bae aye I love just who you are
Yea baby yea baby yea you a star
Baby aye yea
You buying out the bar
Aye baby yea bae yea you a star
Aye bae yea
Ferrari be your car
Bae bae yea bae yea you a star
Baby bae aye yea aye

She Puerto Rican but I met her in Cancun
Down there on beach in club they call La Boom
The girl she had on the perfume kaboom
It sweep a nigga nose up like a broom
She the hottest thing out the pressroom
Out the womb she was fine never needed a cocoon
She do squats ass sittin up like a shroom
Princess peach plump got a lil bump like a plume
I wanna take that girl home to my room
What she got between her thighs will ignite up in my room
The bedroom turn into a mess room I consume
What she serving and I eat it with a spoon
It's noon, before she get back to her car
She left her panties just so I can put em in a jar
Girl I don't know where you at or who you are
But my wish it was granted by a star

Bae you a star
Baby yea you a star
Baby bae aye I love just who you are
Yea baby yea baby yea you a star
Baby aye yea
You buying out the bar
Aye baby yea bae yea you a star
Aye bae yea
Ferrari be your car
Bae bae yea bae yea you a star
Baby bae aye yea aye

You a star in your own way
You a star and you don't play
You know how to grind
You fine as wine
Make a straight girl turn gay
You know just what to do
When you do just what you do
You wine for slow wind for me
You making the others move
For you I go
Can never ever tell you no
If you want me to go
Then we gonna leave the floor
Forget ya sew in til tomorrow
Leave ya cellphone in the car
Wit ya skills you'll make it far
Qualities of a true star aye

Bae you a star
Baby yea you a star
Baby bae aye I love just who you are
Yea baby yea baby yea you a star
Baby aye yea
You buying out the bar
Aye baby yea bae yea you a star
Aye bae yea
Ferrari be your car
Bae bae yea bae yea you a star
Baby bae aye yea aye



Credits
Writer(s): Channing Taylor
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