Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Not A Star, artist - Rick Ross.
Date of issue: 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 |