Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Not A Star , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Not A Star |
| Chea! |
| 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 |
| Buried in Louie, I’m talkin' all brown linen |
| Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty |
| Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city |
| Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st |
| Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts |
| Told on my partner and help them crackers give him 30 |
| I told him I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty |
| Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30 |
| Scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30 |
| Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie |
| I got a bake sale, bitch its 30' for the pie |
| It’s 9 for the slice, dummy that’s a Dan Marino |
| Talkin' quarterbacks meanin talkin' quarter kilos |
| Niggas feel my pain, I ain’t even gotta say it |
| Where I come from, if you open it you payin' |
| How I can save when all my niggas in the can? |
| Am I my brothers keeper? |
| Motherfucker take my hand |
| Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car |
| Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky |
| Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky |
| Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car |
| Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| 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 motherfucker 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' bitches like I’m TO |
| Trunk full of work, yeah this nigga think he Nino |
| Three dice yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo |
| Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low |
| Diddy negotiates and the paperwork to Theo |
| My niggas never sing, if I need 'em I go to Ne-Yo |
| Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh |
| Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo |
| Monday for ménages and Tuesday I get a trio |
| And the bitch 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 but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |
| I’m not a star |