Shooting Star

I get love down in Cali' like the homie Dre (whoo)
But these hoes think I'm Snoop they won't go away (yeah)
They should play this down in Compton with a cherry drop top
Then everybody get to bouncin' 'til they blow the bass (uh)
I ain't gotta say much bitches know the face (they know)
Joyner Lucas see it tatted on the shoulder blade (yuh)
Try to Play me you just skatin' on a frozen lake
I just wanna put it in her mouth and make her poker face (ah)

Yeah, tell me is you taken for the night? (Tell me)
I know what you thinkin' I'm your savior for the night (yeah)
I been paper chasin' 'til my bank is lookin' right
I just need some motivation, what you drinkin' for tonight? (What you drinkin' for?)
And don't be talkin' bout them other heads (yeah)
Ask about me, I've been macking like I'm fuckin' crag (mack)
Bitches love me in the country like I'm uncle Ted
I'm just what you made me, don't mistake me for a fuckin' sac, nah

Homie, I'm just what you made me, I'm a shootin' star, shootin' star (shootin' star)
Left the house on the Hamptons and a million car, million car (I mean it)
We done came from the projects you know who we are (you know who we are)
I'ma find new top, and live it as the sky (one more time)

Homie I'm just what you made me, I'm a shootin' star, shootin' star (whoo)
Left the house on the Hamptons and a million car, million car
(This shit sound like '80s, shit)
We done came from the projects, you know who we are (Joyner)
I'ma find new top, and live it as the sky (yeah)

Uh, Black shorts and a tank top (yeah)
Dead silence on the charm from the chain spot (whoo)
Couple dollars in my pocket, they don't mean much (nah)
I don't care for braggin' you can have it, I don't need much (I don't need much)
I remember I was just a nada, Shaggy with da holla
Back when bitches used to call me Mr. Laba-laba
Now I'm Mr. Popa-cala Mr. Drop-a-dolla (yeah)
Now I'm Mr. Master P Mr. bout-it-bout-it

I got bitches I ain't taught of yet (nope)
Call up Bizzo he gon' hit me with the corey check (oh)
I ain't even got chronic, it's the water bed
And she wanna fuck even though she never saw me yet
But I told her don't be talkin' bout them other heads (no)
Ask about me, I've been macking like a fuckin' crack
Bitches love me in the country like I'm uncle Ted
I'm just what you made me, don't mistake me for a fuckin' sac
(Hoe for a fuckin' sac)

Homie I'm just what you made me (yeah)
I'm a shootin' star, shootin' star (uh)
Left the house on the Hamptons and a million car, million car
We done came from the projects you know who we are (you know who we are)
I'ma find new top, and live it as the sky (one more time)

Homie I'm just what you made me, I'm a shootin' star, shootin' star (whoo)
Left the house on the Hamptons and a million car, million car
We done came from the projects, you know who we are (yeah)
I'ma find new top, and live it as the sky (Joyner)



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Maurice Jr Lucas
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