Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Star, artist - Foogiano.
Date of issue: 25.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Star |
Ho, mob |
1017, nigga |
Okay |
We the mob, yeah, we the mob |
I’m a star |
(My daddy made this beat) Ho |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if it 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if it 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
I drop a bag in the projects (What?) |
I got a lil' bih with some good neck (Ooh) |
I hit a nigga with the bow flex (Uh) |
Mm-mm, now he upset (Uh) |
But my finger, it get upset (What?) |
Trigger finger, boy, I up quick |
Pussy nigga, you don’t want this (Ho) |
I hit that nigga with the drum stick (Grrah) |
I made the cheese, mozzarella stick (Cheese) |
I’m fresh as hell like a peppermint (Ooh) |
I’m givin' orders like the president (Ho) |
But I’m the mayor, bitch, don’t get it twisted (Mob) |
Bitch, I go ape like King Kong (What?) |
We pass your bitch like ping-pong (Ooh) |
She told me that this her new theme song |
I told that bitch that she can’t go wrong (Ho) |
Gutta Gang, bitch, we on top |
YNM, nigga, we the mob |
J’nem screamin' out, «Free drop» |
My nigga chop, boy, he feel the drop (1017) |
We got them blocks like Whiteside (Ooh) |
My nigga Rudy bang the right side (Ho) |
My nigga Score, he bang the left side (Mob) |
So pussy nigga, don’t get hog tied (Bitch) |
Drizzy gon' really bang a murder |
Your bitch on my dick just like a girdle (Ho) |
I’m movin' real slow 'cause I’m sippin' purple (Foog) |
I’m gone, I’m geeked up, Steve Urkle (Drip) |
We run the city, them big facts (Ho) |
Break a nigga like a Kit-Kat (Ooh) |
You a bitch, you need a Tampax (Bitch) |
Need to free that nigga MadMax (Ho) |
Statin' facts, I ain’t really rappin' (Mob) |
Money on me, boy, it’s overlappin' (Cheese) |
Movin' like a turtle but I’m still snappin' (Ooh) |
Your bitch a boss so you know I snatched (Ho) |
All I wanna do is get the money (Racks) |
The money, yeah, that’s all I want, bitch (Ho) |
Gutta Gang, YNM 'til I die, on the mob, I’d never switch (Mob) |
I’d never be a Patrick (Mob) |
I’d never let 'em have it (Ho) |
I’d never let her snap pic |
Up the 30, let 'em have it (Grrah) |
I’m the mayor, I bring madness (Mob) |
Your family, they’ll be saddest (Ho) |
Draco eat 'em a sandwich (Grrah) |
Should’ve never been a Patrick |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if you ain’t 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if you ain’t 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
I feel enraged like Rambo |
I got a youngin with ammo (Boom) |
I had them boys at your back door (Ho) |
Some in black, some dressed in camo (Mob) |
I’m the mayor, boy, don’t test me (Mob) |
They diss but they won’t address me (Bitch) |
Don’t need no stylist, boy, I dress me (Drip) |
Try to be the mayor but they can’t be (Ooh) |
1017, boy, I’m iced out (Mob) |
My diamonds hittin' with the lights out (Ice) |
Try to take it, boom, boom, boom, boom |
Yeah, nigga, know your lights out |
My pockets fat, boy, they open (Huh?) |
Pussy nigga, yeah, you know me (Bitch) |
Kickin' doors, we’ll never forfeit (Mob) |
Ain’t no fold up, we will find it (Grrah) |
My killer with the matchsticks (Grrah) |
All in designer fabric (Drip) |
Never ever been a Patrick (Mob) |
I got the milly from Atlantic (Mob) |
Jeweler told me I was gon' be rich |
I make a record like a magic trick (Uh) |
My nigga finna have a foreign whip (What?) |
With a Rollie, rollin' like these Crips |
Chops’ll spray 'em, nigga, sucker (Ooh) |
I’m the mayor, boy, I got these bands |
You ain’t hood, you don’t understand (Mob) |
What I did, I had to take that chance (Bitch) |
A mil' from Wop was my advance |
Pockets fat just like a mini-van (Ooh) |
Try to take it, I’ll give you a tan (Grrah) |
Rip the heater, I’m the toaster man |
Richard told me that I’m the G.O.A.T (Mob) |
So I know I gotta keep my focus |
Mama told me that I would choke |
Now these diamonds on me, they froze (Ice) |
Ava told me, «Daddy, you the man» (What?) |
All them nights I was in that can |
I made opps turn to a fan (Ho) |
Bitch, I’m fly like Peter Pan |
Ten toes, bro, don’t let up (What?) |
Nigga slip, I’ma clean him up |
Rick say he want that Bentley truck (What?) |
My nigga, he gon' get that Bentley truck (Skrrt) |
My grandma gone, I don’t give no fuck (Ho) |
I had come through, nigga, better duck (Boom) |
On that mud, nigga, I be stuck (Mud) |
I’m a star but I don’t wear no Chucks |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if you ain’t 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
I drip on 'em like I’m a faucet |
They follow me like I’m a prophet |
Nigga, if you ain’t 'bout that profit |
We gon' lay on your ass like a carpet |
Gutta Gang, YNM, we the mob |
Gas so strong, need a pickle jar |
Bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I’m a star |
Fuck with me, girl, I’ll make you a star |
'Cause I’m a star |
I’ll make you a star |