作曲：CC
Gotta be gotta be gotta be gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
All electric smoking beats flip on the bar
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke the weeds we don't need ball
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke the weeds we're gonna fall
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke
The beast I'm the beast
Ray man got a beast
Dough dough every time I ride ride feel like coup yo
Yep it's so grown yep it's so
Clean
Clean pit bow down
Wild wild in said it's your love now
Check the soft scheme made it from the bottom
Everybody know me told me I'm a bad boy
Fresh on the jeans can't so smooth
That's so mean
You born slum this is
Dopes in the place like motherfucking step
Yeah tell them toots
Faith faith gotta be a star
Star look where I'm all ripping from eight
We ball p d h pistol banging banging from afar
Boy won't play with the gauge in the song
Gotta be playing gotta be a star
Baby got enough so we gotta be stopped
Please gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke a reason rip on the bar
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke the reed river
Ball be gotta be place
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke my wings whip over ball
Gotta be place gotta
Yeah
I gotta stay high
So I keep it that you rolled up plus I keep it pimping
See me gripping all this dough up
When I ride bad trunk beat and sit and comfort it
Yeah I'm so fly you got no choice but to look up to me
Music like crack so I move it like wait wait
Money on my mind grind twenty five eight
A long white tee
Academics on my jeans my fitted gotta lean
That's how I get it
Yeah I mean I gotta beplay it play it
I gotta be a star star
I'm dodging all these haters plotting on my downfall
I couldn't understand what all is sitting rounds for
So I got my paper up and stay the ** from round job
With you hustle hard keep a couple grands on
Grands on big knots with the rubber bands on
Bands on all the shoulders wanna put their hands on
Yeah you gotta be a player player you gotta be a star
Gotta be
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke a wreath whip on the ball
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smell the reason I don't eat ball
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke the wheeze whip on the ball
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you spend the beast
Gotta be a player player gotta be a star star
Gotta be a soldier gotta gotta stand talk chill
Gotta get money
Gotta ball till I fall uh
Gotta cop cars splurge out the mall
Uh get my shine off rock jewelry
And all these streets ain't
Safe so I gotta play it raw raw this is motivation
Haters get on your jaw
Jaw
Twenty two inch chrome on my cadillac golf
I was sixteen
I've been stacking money rolls
Yeah I got a lot of paper check I got a lot of hoes
I spit for the ghetto chefs cooking on the stove
In the
These boys trapping moving heavy blow
Spark up the smoke so I can get blow
Uh only smoke cush on some goddamn per
Problems with my team then them gats gonework back
Thirty two shots homie ice cold earth
We gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke a rees flip on the ball
Gotta be pleased
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke the beats
Be gone gotta be free
Gotta be a star
I'mma let you smoke ** still from the bar
Gotta be free
Gotta be a star
Only let you smoke the bees feel the beat dog
Gotta be gotta be gotta be gotta be
Wiz Khalifa / Johnny Juliano
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