Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Star67, artist - Drake. Date of issue: 11.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Star67 |
| Brand new Beretta, can’t wait to let it go |
| Walk up in my label like, where the check though? |
| Yeah, I said it, wouldn’t dap you with the left ho |
| Shut the fuck up, text from a centerfold, I ain’t reply |
| Let her know I read it though |
| Voice mail say she ready though |
| Niggas know I’m credible, ain’t no pussy on a pedestal |
| Got my foot on the 'cedes Benz pedal |
| Doin' 90 on the bridge like, «nigga you already know» |
| And if you don’t know, then now you know, now you know |
| Switchin' up the angles |
| Now I’m in the Rolls with illuminated angel |
| Four or five chains made of gold gettin' tangled |
| My nigga Biz said, «the first mill gon' change you» |
| Change for the better, hit it then dead her |
| That’s my vendetta, keep this shit together |
| Goddamn, we ain’t even gotta scam |
| Cocaine coupe, we ain’t even got a scale |
| Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed, you can still get the work |
| Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you |
| (We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no |
| longer in service) |
| Yeah, I remember how I went to Louis V with Haf' |
| Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass |
| I never ever thought I’d see that in my life |
| Now I’m in the East cause my boys are gettin' right, man |
| I was on TV makin' fifty racks a year |
| After helpin' mama out the shit would disappear |
| I am not a man, I can’t do this on my own |
| So I started askin' them if they would put me on |
| And they did put me on, yeah, they did put me on |
| Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone |
| Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, line |
| Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones |
| Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones |
| But I just couldn’t do it, had to leave that shit alone, man |
| Hear what? |
| Yo hear what, tek time |
| Ahh, nuh shake |
| Yo hear what? |
| Wa gwan tek Gill |
| Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van |
| You know Drizzy |
| Blowin' up, line blowin' up, they need the whole thing |
| Blowin' up, my niggas really need the whole thing |
| I do better with the rider in my system |
| Oh yeah, I’m on deck, when you call me I’ll listen |
| I listen unless I been mixin', you know when I’m mixin' |
| You know when I’m mixin', I smoke when I drink, it’s tradition |
| Like Zoe mama I go hippy |
| Peace sign in the air like I’m Nixon |
| I’m mixin', I am not Esco, but it was written |
| I knew when they didn’t, I been had these visions |
| Of the life I’m livin' since I was Jimmy |
| All I had to do was just go and get it, and now we. |