Like a Star Songtext
von Wiz Khalifa
Like a Star Songtext
(Just like, just like, just like a star)
Just like one
(I′m just like a star, just like a star)
Yep (Just like a star)
Riding something butter soft, interior smoked out
See, you try to budget yours, me? I don't care what it costs
Blowing hella cake, I′m switching 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, caking 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, cruising to my newest shit
Hoes been acting funny, so I′m fucking 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 every day
And having patience, blowing Master Kush in my spaceship
(Just like a star)
And that′s me
Stars everywhere (I'm just like a star)
Yep
Don′t try too hard
You might hurt yourself (Just like a star)
Slip and fall or something
And die (I'm just like a star)
Yeah
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, pulling straight up out a pillow
Now I′m eating 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, cheifing in a tailor-made suit
Taylor Gang president, Heavy Hustle underboss
In my car, blowing smoke signals out the roof
Money conversation, talking paper, then come fuck with me
I′m in the air, that's why you look up to me, you know?
(Just like a star)
When you see me, man
I either got the top back or the motherfucking windows down (I′m just like a star)
Shit, you might catch me riding with the doors open (Just like a star)
Just like a star
You see me? (I'm just like a star)
Don′t get it tangled or twisted, man
It's Taylor Gang or die
Just like one
(I′m just like a star, just like a star)
Yep (Just like a star)
Riding something butter soft, interior smoked out
See, you try to budget yours, me? I don't care what it costs
Blowing hella cake, I′m switching 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, caking 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, cruising to my newest shit
Hoes been acting funny, so I′m fucking 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 every day
And having patience, blowing Master Kush in my spaceship
(Just like a star)
And that′s me
Stars everywhere (I'm just like a star)
Yep
Don′t try too hard
You might hurt yourself (Just like a star)
Slip and fall or something
And die (I'm just like a star)
Yeah
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, pulling straight up out a pillow
Now I′m eating 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, cheifing in a tailor-made suit
Taylor Gang president, Heavy Hustle underboss
In my car, blowing smoke signals out the roof
Money conversation, talking paper, then come fuck with me
I′m in the air, that's why you look up to me, you know?
(Just like a star)
When you see me, man
I either got the top back or the motherfucking windows down (I′m just like a star)
Shit, you might catch me riding with the doors open (Just like a star)
Just like a star
You see me? (I'm just like a star)
Don′t get it tangled or twisted, man
It's Taylor Gang or die
Writer(s): Cameron Thomaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
