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Five Star
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Five Star è stato pubblicato il 15 maggio 2026 da Lil Shine come parte dell'album Get Rich Or Die Sippin'
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Data di uscita15 maggio 2026
EtichettaLil Shine
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM72

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Shine
Lil Shine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Shine
Lil Shine
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karta18
Karta18
Producer

Testi

Come down Friday, I wanna see what this about, huh (Yeah)
Five-star hotel, I wanna kiss all on yo' mouth, huh (Yeah)
Might pop my shit when I fuck yo' bitch, I don't need no clout, huh (Yeah)
Slide down Monday, sun goes down, wanna take you out
Oh yeah, wanna see where this goes, no, I can't live without (Know what's up)
Hit the cup, where the fuck my Tris? Now, it's a drought, okay
Hey, I'm in the town, wanna take you out, make this shit count
I'm with a real one, countin' those up
Countin' these bands, cup, one cup love
Yeah, I gave her all this love (Yeah)
(Big drank, bitch)
How could you take his side, side?
I might pack and take my shit when it goes south (Oh yeah)
She wanna pull up, black truck, now we poppin' out (Yeah)
Take my shit from the hotel, she wanna come right to my house, huh
I wanna see you, I just hope she'll see me back
Call just to pull up, I'll slide just to hold you
I'd cry just to know that you cared, yeah
Just like mom said, its all 'bout the mindset
I try, but you holdin' me back (Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Come down Friday, I wanna see what this about, huh (Yeah)
Five-star hotel, I wanna kiss all on yo' mouth, huh (Yeah)
Might pop my shit when I fuck yo' bitch, I don't need no clout, huh (Yeah)
Slide down Monday, sun goes down, wanna take you out
Oh yeah, wanna see where this goes, no, I can't live without (Know what's up)
Hit the cup, where the fuck my Tris? Now, it's a drought, okay
Hey, I'm in the town, wanna take you out, make this shit count
How could you take his side, side?
I'm in that Lamb' now, we in that Phant' now
Fuck with that Fanta, huh
She don't got no manners, I bring the fan out, we in Havana, yeah
Yeah, my cup so red, bitch, look like Santa
Might go to hell, yeah, know I'm a sinner
I pour that ho and I made it for dinner
I scored a pint, now I feel like a winner
Cannot stop now, just started, huh
Perc' ten, feelin' retarded, huh
Shit was done before it started
Yeah, put that shit in the past
Been sippin' on glass
Hi-Tech, Wockhardt to the stash
I got a hundred bands in the tuck
Now, on my side, just pulled the cash
My phone, my phone, my phone
And it stop ringin'
Yeah, police callin', yeah, stay callin'
Oh, they hate me so much, but I stay ballin'
Feel like we in college
Written by: Lil Shine
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