| Every nigga is a star
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| Think about it — they knew!
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| Why they copy every single thing that we do?
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| Why they flex in plain daylight like we won’t shoot back at 'em
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| Like cooked crack with the wrong move?
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| Every nigga is a star
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| I do this 'cause I like it
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| My speaker knockers buss ya head to the white meat
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| I could tell when I shook your hand that you’d prolly spite me
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| Every nigga is a star
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| I’m a Leo so I prefer to cook with high heat
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| Ask me for a heater with no herb, I tell ya fight me
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| Cross me, I’ll make you Phineas and Ferb, that’s step lightly
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| Long as you respect me, I could care less if you like me
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| Every nigga is a star
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| My mission’s bigger than your trite beef
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| My kitten could never quiver for no white meat
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| But I’ll lick you and make you shiver, just invite me
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| If it takes love to make love
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| Then baby shape up and take some of what I got for ya
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| If it takes money to make money
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| Somebody pray for me, that great comings are bound for me
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| If it takes time to make time
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| Before we waste time, let’s break down this line from straight
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| If it takes love to make love
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| Then baby shape up and take some of what I got for ya
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| If it takes love to make love
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| Then baby shape up and take some of what I got for ya
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| If it takes money to make money
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| Somebody pray for me, that great comings are bound for me
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| If it takes time to make time
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| Before we waste time, let’s break down this line from straight
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| If it takes love to make love
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| Then baby shape up and take some of what I got for ya
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| Every nigga is a star
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| Yes, that includes me and you
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| Ya moms dad cousin sisters they and them too
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| When it comes to light, me and my bitches got a susu
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| When it comes to dick me and my riches got it Bluetooth
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| Every nigga is a star
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| Authoritarian aquarian is my Saturn
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| So when it comes to you and me, I do this for the latter
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| Angel numbers constantly tell me I matter
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| Every nigga is a star
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| I do this 'cause I like it
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| And my speaker knockers bust ya head to the white meat
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| I could tell when I shook your hand that you’d prolly spite me
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| Ask me for a heater with no bread, I tell him fight me
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| Every nigga is a star
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| I’m a Leo so I prefer to cook with high heat
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| Cross me, I’ll make you Fineas and Ferb, that’s step lightly
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| Long as you respect me, I could care less if you like me |