We The Stars
• Written by TeeRob
I'll pull up to the club in the Beamer.
I'll knock a player out, he a dreamer.
Don't you come at us with a feature.
We the stars, go sit in the bleachers.
Don't you come at us whatchu thinkin
Swerve a bitch call that shit E-breakin
Catch you slippin so I am invadin
Taking lives and got you prayin
We ain't plain no games with the lames.
Spittin bars that'll catch flames and put you to shame.
1, 2, 3, 4 bodies lying on the floor.
Bet they won't come back for more.
Flossin and bossin, those ankles I'm crossin.
Her panties she tossin, now I'm divin in like a dolphin.
Tell me girl what you thinkin
Why you constantly fuckin hatin
We know what you doin is fakin
You're next little bitch just be patient
I'll pull up to the club in the Beamer.
I'll knock a player out, he a dreamer.
Don't you come at us with a feature.
We the stars, go sit in the bleachers.
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TeeRob
Member since May 10 2015