Rick Ross - I'm Not A Star lyrics

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Rick Ross - I'm Not A Star lyrics

Maybach Music I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45 If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen Make all of my b**hes tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue of a n***a in the middle of the city Load up the choppers like it's december thirty first Roll up and co*k it and hit them n***as where it hurts Told em my partner and help them f*ggots give em thirty I told em I got it, therefore i gotta do ya dirty Back on my benz, been in these b**hes 830 Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030 Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I'm lyin' I got a bake sale, b**hes stunnin for the pie 9 for the slice, dummy that's a dan marino Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos n***as feel my pain, I aint even gotta say it Where I come from if they be hoping that ya payin How I can save when all my n***as in the can And by my brothers people, motherf**er take my hand Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the n***as spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star (x4) All black lamborghini, smokin on the sticky Got a couple dollars, now this n***a think he ricky Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the n***as spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star (x4) I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a gremlin It's a multi-million dollar motherf**er in it And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute I know them people wanna stick me with the sentence I'm a player catchin b**hes like I'm TO Trunk full of work, yea this n***a think he neno Three dice yea, grab a n***a for a kilo Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO My n***as never sing if I need em I go to neo f** a famous b**h then I treat her just like a ski-oh Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio And the b**h that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car Black card for the n***as spending c-notes at the bar I'm not a star (x4)