5 Star

Lil Wayne

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    [Nicki Minaj]
    Tunechi
    Barbie
    Young Money

    I been smokin' gas, killin' bitches
    Man, I feel just like a gang-star
    Cover up my face like a ninja
    In this Alexander Wang scarf
    I'mma drop a bag, they gon' pull up
    And then they gon' let them things off
    I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle
    But my niggas let it bang off
    Percocets and Addies, lookin' for a fuck I could give
    All these hatin' bitches plottin', why they can't let me live?
    Me and Weezy in LIV
    When my album drop these bitches is gon' cry in the car
    All your yes-men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar
    You was tryin' too hard
    I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though
    Me and Tunechi winnin' though
    Slimes out here twinnin' though
    I am on my pivot though, I am just so pivotal
    Bands, I go get it though, Weezy on his pedestal
    A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
    All these plaques is pilin' up, it's nowhere to hang shit
    These bitches pussy though
    Pushed them out my pussy though
    Niggas want my cookie though
    'Cause it taste like cookie dough
    Smoke, I got a free pack; flow sick, get a Z-pak
    Niggas don't mean my race when they say she blacked
    I am the Queen (Facts), I'm everything she lacks
    Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep'
    I'll get you checked, pussy; I'll get you a free pap
    You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked
    I'm OBJ, hoes; break records like ankles
    I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
    Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone
    I'm gone

    [Lil Wayne]
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
    Got 'em feelin' like they five star, yeah
    Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
    Man, I feel just like a doctor, yeah
    Pop some X with my exotic dancer
    She start cryin' and said her job hard, yeah
    Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda

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    Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
    Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
    Make her do the jumpman, ayy
    I put her face down in the pillow, 'bout to smother her ass
    A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
    Now she butter pecan
    Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa, an Eggo in the toaster
    A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doing yoga
    And I wake up, smell the Folgers, I don't know how I woke up
    'Cause I was in a coma, but now I'm in the moment
    Wearing high socks on the front porch
    Two cups with the mud flowin'
    The plug ain't charge me nothin' for it
    I cried tears of fuckin' joy
    LVs on my luggage, boy
    Don't ask me where I'm fuckin' goin'
    I pull up with my skaters
    Make 'em beat you with their fuckin' boards
    Sharp shooters like pool sharks
    Shoot you down in the Walmart
    Shoot you down in the parkin' lot
    Shoot you down in the food court
    Hit your crib in the Steamboat
    Then disappear on the speedboat
    Act a jackass like Steve-O
    Then disappear like Ne-Yo
    Leave a red flag on your screen door
    Leave a red flag around your queen's throat
    Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
    Like a red stain on clean snow
    That money gang, 500 gang on that money train
    And we walkin' around with bloody fangs
    Playin' hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
    And we storm the block, lightning and thunder came
    When my youngest came, that's your mother's name
    Hit the address, knockin' down picture frames and other things
    Throwin' up Eastside like stomach pains
    Sugarcane get took to Spain, a kilo fell and it shook the plane
    A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn't complain
    I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
    And the Nina came, and her sister came
    And what's her name, it’ll go Buka Bang
    You don't even know where to put the blame, that's cold

    I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
    Got 'em feelin' like they five star
    Your hoes throwin' fits, my bitches patient
    Man, I feel just like a doctor
    Pop some X for my exotic dancer
    She start cryin' and said her job hard
    Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Honda

    Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Mazda
    Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Smart Car
    Switch her, put her in Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Kia
    Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
    Now she screamin' Rest in Peace to Uber
    That's some sick shit

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    Composition: Lil Wayne, Nicki Minaj, Louis Bell, and Tank God

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