| Yeah…
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| Whaddup Taylor Gang,
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| Starpower…
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| It’s star year.
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| You know what it is!
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| Ink my whole body, I don’t give a motherfuck,
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| Ink my, ink my, whole body, I don’t give a motherfuck,
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| Ink, ink my, whole body, I don’t give a motherfuck,
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| Ink, ink my whole body, ink, ink my whole body…
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| Got so many tats. |
| you can’t even count 'em up
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| In the shop ery’week, I can’t seem to get enough
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| My aunt said my skin too clean to mark it up
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| But I’m a' «ink my whole body, I don’t give a motherfuck»
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| I’m blowin' purp., no shirt
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| Windows down, screamin' «cash rules», showin' off my tattoos
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| Hoes spazzin' when they see me
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| Run up on me starstruck, askin' can they read me
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| See Matt and told 'em «Sleeve me»
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| Heard your man gotta' star tat. |
| and tryin' to be me
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| I make it look easy, people say I’m crazy
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| Body marked up like a wall in the 80's
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| Speakers scream loud like a car full of babies
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| Chain’s so sick, think my charm came with rabies
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| All I heard these days is (I think you’re goin' overboad with it)
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| I ain’t addicted, I’m committed,
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| It’s Wizzle man…
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| Got stars over here, little star over there
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| Stars everywhere, 'cause nigga' it’s star year
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| The name star power, my jewelry star bright
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| The tat. |
| on my face say I’m livin' the star life
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| And by the way, you know it’s Taylor Gang
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| So as you see us, I’m inked up, from my feet up
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| I keep blunts flickin', new tats. |
| ichin'
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| Black chucks coppin', new shit droppin'
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| I’m the one they call young,
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| Body marked up like the subway in harlem.
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| Niggas say it’s «hard», white people think it’s awesome
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| Chest, neck tatted, whole sleeve on my arm done
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| They say I look like Tyga man
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| I put some lime in the swisher sweet &twist it all up
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| Can’t wear a shirt, the bitches lift it all up
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| I’m tattin' my body, 'til I filled it all up |