Bitch Imma Star

Flyana Boss

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    Okay my booty in the eye
    Of the beholder
    He a dog
    So I told him to roll over Got these niggas on my hip
    Like a holster
    He wanna take a sip
    Of my holy water

    I don't wanna save him
    Don't even wanna play him
    He not even worth
    All the energy I gave him

    I call the streets like
    Please can you take him?
    I told him to leave like
    I'm about to rake him

    (Yeah yeah huh)
    Ay bitch I'ma star
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    All my haters sub-par
    I'm so raw tartare
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    Yeah bitch I'ma star

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    I don't even know
    How I got like this
    Wrist so froze
    Got arthritis
    Pockets on swole
    Hippopotamus
    If you don't speak cash
    I don't comprehend

    Yeah I been eatin' greens
    Am I thick yet?
    You could ask my opps
    I'm smoking GPT
    I'm a big threat
    Yeah that's high tech
    And my pussy go grrr
    That's a big cat

    (Yeah yeah huh)
    Bitch I'ma star
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    All my haters sub-par
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    I'm so raw tartare
    (Yeah yeah huh)
    Yeah this shit hard

    I call the streets like
    Please can you take him?
    I call the streets like
    Please can you take him?
    I call the streets like
    Please can you take him?
    I call the streets like
    Please can you, please can you

    (No I'm a star, please I'm a star)

    Signin' a boss up on your titties
    Gonna see us on your
    TV's Streaming you gon' see these
    Black girls winning

    Besties in your city
    Energy on triple DD
    If you ain't fuckin' with me
    You can kiss my pee pee

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