Wiz Khalifa - Like A Star (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Wiz Khalifa - Like A Star (en) Lyrics
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Just like one
Ridin' somethin' butter soft,
interior smoked out
See, you try to budget yours, me?
I don't care what it costs
Blowing hella cake, I'm switchin'
states to get my numbers off
Spin the parking lot and fuck the
finest thing I come across
Phone full of missed calls, keep
some bitches on my line
Conscious with my conversation,
cakin' is my occupation
Keep them 'rillos rolling
up, filled to the tipple
Good weed and I blow it by
the zip, I'm in my whip
Riding weed and switching lanes,
cruisin' to my newest shit
Hoes been actin' funny, so I'm
fuckin' with my newest bitch
Everything designer on, diamonds
look like Lemonheads
On the beach with foreign freaks, you
tricking with them chickenheads?
Gotta get my bread (Bread) so
I hardly sleep at night
I do a show to studio, I'm just
in time to catch a flight
Young but I'm paid, it come
from grinding everyday
And having patience, blowing
Master Kush in my spaceship
And that's me
Stars everywhere
Don't try too hard
You might hurt yourself
Slip and fall or somethin'
And die
Cruising with my hat back,
tat-tat-tatted up
Gucci on my loafers, getting chauffeured,
now my status up
Paid the cost, I'm the thinnest
boss, fuck them other guys
Blowing weed, I'm never sober,
you can't tell me otherwise
Name well known, ranked at the top
Bad bitch in every city,
big face on the watch
Kush on my clothes, big
bank in my knot
Smoke a hundred cigarillos, pullin'
straight up out a pillow
Now I'm eatin' steak with linen
cases for my pillows
To my city, I'm a prince,
so I sit behind tints
Mad I found an avenue
to get my revenue
I'm with a model bitch, cheifin'
in a tailor made suit
Taylor Gang president, Heavy
Hustle under boss
In my car, blowin' smoke
signals out the roof
Money conversation, talkin' paper,
then come fuck with me
I'm in the air, that's why you
look up to me, you know?
When you see me, man
I either got the top back or the
motherfuckin' windows down
Shit, you might catch me ridin'
with the doors open
Just like a star
You see me?
Don't get it tangled or twisted, man
It's Taylor Gang or die
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