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Just like one | Yep (Just like a star) | Riding something butter soft, interior smoked out
(Just like, just like, just like a star) Just like one (I'm just like a star, just like a star) Yep (Just like a star) Riding something butter soft, interior smoked out See, you try to budget yours, me? I don't care what it costs Blowing hella cake, I'm switching states to get my numbers off Spin the parking lot and fuck the finest thing I come across Phone full of missed calls, keep some bitches on my line Conscious with my conversation, caking is my occupation Keep them 'rillos rolling up, filled to the tipple Good weed and I blow it by the zip, I'm in my whip Riding weed and switching lanes, cruising to my newest shit Hoes been acting funny, so I'm fucking with my newest bitch Everything designer on, diamonds look like Lemonheads On the beach with foreign freaks, you tricking with them chickenheads? Gotta get my bread (Bread) so I hardly sleep at night I do a show to studio, I'm just in time to catch a flight Young but I'm paid, it come from grinding every day And having patience, blowing Master Kush in my spaceship (Just like a star) And that's me Stars everywhere (I'm just like a star) Yep Don't try too hard You might hurt yourself (Just like a star) Slip and fall or something And die (I'm just like a star) Yeah Cruising with my hat back, tat-tat-tatted up Gucci on my loafers, getting chauffeured, now my status up Paid the cost, I'm the thinnest boss, fuck them other guys Blowing weed, I'm never sober, you can't tell me otherwise Name well known, ranked at the top Bad bitch in every city, big face on the watch Kush on my clothes, big bank in my knot Smoke a hundred cigarillos, pulling straight up out a pillow Now I'm eating steak with linen cases for my pillows To my city, I'm a prince, so I sit behind Tints Mad I found an avenue to get my revenue I'm with a model bitch, cheifing in a tailor-made suit Taylor Gang president, Heavy Hustle underboss In my car, blowing smoke signals out the roof Money conversation, talking paper, then come fuck with me I'm in the air, that's why you look up to me, you know? (Just like a star) When you see me, man I either got the top back or the motherfucking windows down (I'm just like a star) Shit, you might catch me riding with the doors open (Just like a star) Just like a star You see me? (I'm just like a star) Don't get it tangled or twisted, man It's Taylor Gang or die
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