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Starfox
Hip-Hop/Rap
Starfox was released on October 31, 2019 by G.R.I.N.D. Team Entertainment as a part of the album South Side Sunday School
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Release DateOctober 31, 2019
LabelG.R.I.N.D. Team Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrion Stevenson
Darrion Stevenson
Songwriter
Frederick Logan Kenner
Frederick Logan Kenner
Songwriter

Lyrics

Houston, uh, we have a problem
It ain't nobody to carry my casket, ask the tablet, match me with the passion
Fat kid pulled a bad bitch with a accent, For-got the country but know that they fascist
Still smashed it, smoke blacks to the pastic, Life on the edge, **** still grasping, crashing
But fuck it, I start with relapsing, It ain't nobody to carry my casket
All empty pockets, I need to move, **** that won't move out the way
Yeah, I'm infamous, feel they hip to shit, Till I slide and move off the waist
Trash bag, I used to stash it, Please don't judge my actions They make move on the waist,
Cheese platter, make her cheese green
Big face, change her mood, Front the plate,
Home Plate Sway, they try to swing, I make a move on the bass
Deep Trunk Sway, windows will shake, When I put a mood on the bass
Pussy money, ramen, salmon, Kush smoke, Only kind of foods I crave
Rewind and review my pain, Rewind and review my pain
Cook the coke with cutlery, Where 'm from **** think Applebees luxury
Ayy, run it up, the fuck with me, Before he died, daddy taught me, In this world, ain't nothing free,
Ayy, sniffles till my thumb is clean, Had hella days, I ain't really fuck with me,
Ayy, kept it cool with Clover G's, We was blooded, they was still throwing up them C's
Cici's plate will demonstrate,
How I wanna feed my **** When we make the millions shake,
They all swear we're dangerous, Correct, and we don't hesitate,
Corner market earners Every curb, here one administrate,
For the rush of dollars, We make sure that we were never late,
Your late nights, be my early mornings, You don't want it, uh-uh,
Dream girls, J. Hudson, coming heavy on it, uh-huh,
Big moves, Crazy Legs, Rock steady on it, uh-huh, Eye drop, Fetty on it, uh-huh
You ain't getting money, that's such a bummer,
We burning gas like a 93 Hummer
My new bitch a thot, but she thick and I love her
She stay out of state, but I fucked her all summer
Cocaine 95, Air Maxes, they snow tops,
I ain't give a fuck about fashion, But show stop,
Up one, down set, hut one Touchdown,
I ain't give a fuck then, Can't give you one now
Fuck A respiration, can't let him (breathe) ,
Got a desperation, Just to see him seize,
I invest in Haitians, So I send him peace,
How that little bitch had a taking to me
Stay with some patience,
Knew bitch so bad when I came Let it stay in,
I'm out the game, Cause that foul just fragrant,
Rock with some demons, Not following ,Satan
Wop
Play jacks with the marbles, They play jacks with cars too
Big eyes like a cartoon, When I pull up and it's all new
Did no whining in the field, Swaylow still got all juice
If your juice consistent, You can drown them when they argue
R1, R2, L1, R2, Bitch, I'm sticking to the code
If that **** nosy on the info, Put it to his nose
Bitch, I have no sympathy, It's better that **** should know
But since he don't, Have that **** booking, Like Junie B. Jones,
And this chamber holding all the secrets, Nobody here told,
Dogs like Harry out here with his stick, Put spell on them hoes,
Ravenclaw his face with a new blade, The muggle was bold,
Diamond skin, Had to slither in with a sorcerer's stone,
Sparking bout that smoke next to your team, Like we were equal,
Yelling bout your side, And crying out that we should leave you,
Boy, just mind your biz, Seal your lips, protect them people,
They been in the streets, Abbey Road, just like the Beatles, ayy
Written by: Darrion Stevenson, Frederick Logan Kenner
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