Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Starsigns, artist - AKA. Album song Touch My Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Starsigns |
| I’ve been winning for a long time |
| I think it’s written in my starsign |
| Sauce, soul fire |
| Wish you can see it with your own eyes |
| Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) |
| Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? |
| (Cash) |
| Who got the salt, who got the minerals? |
| (Mhen) |
| We at the top, we at the pinnacle |
| Finally made it to the big time |
| Came a long way from the underground |
| Tryna figure out |
| How to keep my feelings inside |
| While I’m looking out, I don’t fuck around |
| I been getting so much money niggas probably think I’m signed to Mabala now |
| Summer after summer, if you never done it |
| You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth |
| I’m a god now |
| Let the Lamborghini doors down |
| Check the scoreboard now |
| All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound |
| Fuck this material shit |
| Don’t give a fuck what your vehicle is |
| If you can’t move crowds |
| How many eras? |
| How many times I invented a whole new style |
| I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house |
| Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile |
| I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered |
| If a young nigga comes and ask saying |
| «Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant |
| In an era where niggas sounds so American» |
| No pride in their own heritage |
| Whole vibes so negative |
| Ain’t nobody gonna remember them |
| Dose of your own medicine |
| House rent on the outfit, that’s credit |
| All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit |
| Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas |
| Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics |
| Fuck em let’s get it |
| Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) |
| Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? |
| (Cash) |
| Who got the salt, who got the minerals? |
| (Mhen) |
| We at the top, we at the pinnacle |
| All of my niggas is litty |
| All of my bitches is pretty |
| Golden child of my city |
| Hundred cows for the wedding |
| Overseas like Benny |
| Kicking ass like Kenny |
| Cheddar cheese that’s dairy |
| Fan love racked up |
| Met plugs at the embassy |
| Don’t shit where you sleep |
| Don’t eat with your enemy |
| Mask on, mask off |
| I keep looking through your energy |
| Man up, act tough |
| Why you niggas so sensitive… |
| Slide in the DM with vaseline |
| All of my niggas smoke gasoline |
| I’m busy living my fantasy |
| I ain’t fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities |
| Jam packed itinerary |
| I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine |
| Rack city rack rack city bitch |
| Wack niggas catch guillotines |
| Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me? |
| Yeah we on top of the pyramid |
| Niggas smoking that cheap shit |
| Still sipping on Benylin |
| All my niggas rock vetements |
| Y’all need to finish your weet-bix |
| Time to reup on your vitamins |
| I got two mandela pieces |
| That’s what I call born free shit |
| Used to beat box now Reebok |
| Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt |
| That Givenchy shit |
| No Dominos pizza |
| I’ve been winning for a long time |
| I think it’s written in my starsign |
| Sauce, soul fire |
| Wish you can see it with your own eyes |
| Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) |
| Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? |
| (Cash) |
| Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? |
| (Mhen) |
| We at the top, we at the pinnacle |
| Supa Mega had to promise me |
| Don’t forget about your honesty |
| You gon alway run like an allergy |
| When a nigga ego match his balance sheet |
| Me and B share a legacy |
| Of bad grammar and a booking fee |
| Both grandmas were bad mannered |
| But they had character you can’t tweet |
| Different clothes see the two piece |
| Stogie big enough for two me’s |
| You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it |
| Written off like I couldn’t free it |
| How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music |
| I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do shit |
| Different nigga no comparing |
| Used to living off your parents |
| Goofy lyrics on the air |
| They took the Mickey I don’t care |
| My children in Disneyland, Paris |
| It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote |
| Got me traveling through Charles de Gaulle |
| Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad can’t get Mufasa’d by antelopes (no) |
| House rent on the outfit, that’s credit |
| All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit |
| Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas |
| Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics |
| Fuck em let’s get it |
| Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) |
| Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? |
| (Cash) |
| Who got the salt, who got the minerals? |
| (Mhen) |
| We at the top, we at the pinnacle |