Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
It’s time to play my game
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
With Blass, it’s time to play my game
Yo, new style
Fly G. Star, the original, most wanted
Living legal with no money
Butt honeys, mad honeys, mad b#tches
They don’t give a f#ck if my name’s not Richie
b#tch, I know I don’t make you itch
Change your f#cking camera on ’cause it’s G. Star’s placе
f#cking everyday like a frеak
Everyday of the week
Whip cream, no sh#t
Don’t forget the treat, treat
Started with the Minaj’s
Ladies gorgeous
Twenty five around my hand
Walking past, started the garbage
Pretty ho’s
The ugly one, the silly ho’s
Flat breast, big #ss t#tt#es with silicon
While I’m sitting in my chrome
With you Boricuas with no clothes
Leandro se te nota
Mas Flow te toca
Vender coca
For talking all that b#llsh#t
That’s why they choca
I’m not a wannabe
I’m the real deal
I’m the M.I.C
Baby, you’re the one who wanna be like me?
But I’m sorry
Don’t give me your props or glory
Im’ma do it on my own ’cause I’m a grown #ss man
How you feel me now?
Tell me what level you want me to hit you now?
Don’t make me pull my dick out and gonna put it in your mouth
Oh lord
No mercy
Hey, just acting crazy
Acting like little kids
Talking sh#t like house ladies
Like Nelly
Ande la, anda le, mami Gia
Backing up the P.R., P.R
Stay real
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
It’s time to play my game
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
With Blass, it’s time to play my game
Don’t lose my game
Give me the beat
Give me the mic’
Prr
No fouls, b#tch
Get in the line (ha, ha, ha)
You see me busting you over
Moving you over
Letting know your whole #ss know I can play a position
Our start was the mission
Hear my combination
Everything you want every ammunition
I block your sh#t
And then I break your back
And when she break the glass
I was the rockstar from the music act
Boy, I’m watching you f#cking til my game don’t stop
No more trust
f#ck the trust
I can walk
Make me pull my trigger so my gun can talk
It’s time to talk
G. Star ain’t no punk
Two seconds on your Glock
So your Glock can song, b#tch
Guelo, quedate quieto, a la mujur yo le meto
Bien bellaco, si a los Gringos
Una blanca
Yo respecto
Y con respecto porque de esto yo aprender
¿A lo como?
Los sabor profetos
Del barrio soy
Y le monto en los geckos
Soy, el que roba los kilo a los perros
Soy el doctor que cantando su respecto
Si, no me crees que me gusta la misma cuerpo
Que a tu cuerpo
Que estos celos
Arrepentir que no me duermo
Hago miles al dairo, p’ai
Y no tengo sueldo
Y los pocos Gringos que cantan de esto
Que se vaya pa’l carajo y se olvida de esto
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
It’s time to play my game
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
G. Star ain’t going no where
Y’all m#th*rf#ck*rs stand up with me
With Blass, it’s time to play my game
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