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Lyn Starr
Lyn Starr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lyn Starr
Lyn Starr
Producer

Letra

Young boy on the come up Got the check I'ma run up I am different than the others Diamonds shining different colors Woman come in different colors They been hating on my come up Fuck boy just shut up Fuck boy get done up You just hating ckuz my Diamond shining different colors Women come in different colors I been vining ckuz my game tight She going choose me ckuz I came right You been losing ckuz you living a lames life No we ain't seen in the same light I been spitting sick my doctors checking on me Shawty you are thick come push that shit up on me Beat that pussy up got it sounding just like macoroni Would you be mad If I fucked your homies? Ckuz they fine too ya; could all slide through Be my boos Y'all can love me as a group Fuck until we pass out Smoke some blunts to reboot I mean only if you're comfortable Enjoy your youth Only live once so live it up Enjoy the view Blue skies, weed's green Brown sand, (pretty girl) skin tan Nose ring, black card get swiped No price aint a thing I mean, Life's a dream I think they sleeping on me But still on instagram I see them creeping on me Only lies that they be sleeping on me So I be chilling on my dolo tell em leave me lonely Young boy in the come up Got the check I'ma run up I am different than the others Diamonds shining different colors Woman come in different colors They been hating on my come up Fuck boy just shut up Fuck boy get done up You just hating ckuz my Diamond shining different colors Women come in different colors Young bull, love brain Fuck school, break rules Live free, Break through Boundaries there can't be When you're living like me My life too big, tell em super size me On the list of broke boys, no you wouldn't find me... To the top of the charts I be climbing I'ma run the world and it started with just rhyming I'ma steal your girl and it's called perfect timing But still a nigga chilling, you can catch me just reclining Matter of fact I'm too fast and you won't catch me at all I'm chasing money. Money talks and I been answering calls Numbers don't lie but I see you niggas telling it wrong These pussy niggas is soft, too many feelings involved I be in the booth, these niggas be at the mall I been killing this game, Too many lives being lost They knew cost of our paths being crossed
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