Lyrics

Rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, call the task force I make your club collapse After I leave with the bad ones (Could you imagine?) Presidential suite with the bad ones Told my niggas ya'll can have them 'Cause I have one, I'm on FaceTime with her When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer You might slip when I talk, you know I'm slick when I talk Rap star, got plaques on my wall That's art and facts on my wall Crib I bought got two gates for security guards It's a palace, dog (could you imagine?) I remember when I ain't have it, dog And back then I was still saying I'ma have it, dog! (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, can you imagine? Putting chains on ya man's neck 'Cause the muscle stronger when the fan flex, huh Dealing with gossip, hate and threats (could you imagine?) When they bettin' against you and you raise the bet, woah Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got 'em scared They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em Right there (could you imagine?) I'm a rap star and your nightmare Used to slapbox, now we don't fight fair Life ain't, so I ain't (could you imagine?) This is about my team, 'cause they ate when I ate Yeah they steak like my steak Handle they beef like it's on my plate, uh I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa That move, let 'em through, get back (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out (go) When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?)
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, Joseph Epperson, Alexander Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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