Star Gaze
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
If I pop these Percs, you in trouble
I think it's time to make love
I think it's time to make love
I pulled your star from above
I look in the sky, start stargazing
I look in the sky and feel just amazing
Know that you a star, you a born star
I just be fuckin' you like you one of these porn stars
We fuckin' all in the car, you hear us on OnStar
I just told lil' baby that she should have fun more
I just pulled up Mercedes Benz with the two door
I just pulled up Mercedes Benz with the drop-top
She wanna send her nudes to me in the drop off
She wanna send nudes to me in the Dropbox
Smokin' gas in the hotel, call that a hot box
If you dissin' us, you better hide out
'Cause we got some eyes out
I'ma fuck her, then I make her cry out
I took your shit, then make you buy out
These niggas like shooters at tryouts
They ain't make the cut, so they died out
Shoot up the funeral, his mama flyin' out
I got some baggage and I just might fly out
In it like immigrants, I might go nine rounds
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
If I pop these Percs, you in trouble
I think it's time to make love
I think it's time to make love
I pulled your star from above
I got love for you
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
If I pop these Percs, you in trouble
I think it's time to make love
I think it's time to make love
I pulled your star from above
I look in the sky, start stargazing
I look in the sky and feel just amazing
Know that you a star, you a born star
I just be fuckin' you like you one of these porn stars
We fuckin' all in the car, you hear us on OnStar
I just told lil' baby that she should have fun more
I just pulled up Mercedes Benz with the two door
I just pulled up Mercedes Benz with the drop-top
She wanna send her nudes to me in the drop off
She wanna send nudes to me in the Dropbox
Smokin' gas in the hotel, call that a hot box
If you dissin' us, you better hide out
'Cause we got some eyes out
I'ma fuck her, then I make her cry out
I took your shit, then make you buy out
These niggas like shooters at tryouts
They ain't make the cut, so they died out
Shoot up the funeral, his mama flyin' out
I got some baggage and I just might fly out
In it like immigrants, I might go nine rounds
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
Aye, yai, yai, yai
I got love for you
If I pop these Percs, you in trouble
I think it's time to make love
I think it's time to make love
I pulled your star from above
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane, Jared Litmanovich, Francis Gora Iii
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