Lyrics to All Stars
(Ain't no fair, bitch we all stars)
(Ain't no fair, bitch we all stars)
Feeling all right, oh I got everything
Designer problems, designer riches
Enter the party, straight out of project X
I met a rich nigga, we had some rich sex
My body looking right, in my mugler
Even my toenails match my underwear
Pull up in some shit
You've never seen my pussy glean
These niggas grin
That's why me and my bitches get all in their gream
Nothing come between me and my things
Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Selene
I'm hot fashion bitch
None of these bitches can match this wrist
None of these bitches can rap like this
Fuck cause'
Driving on the cold night
Fuck the law
I'm trying to act all aggro tonight
Fuck that bitch
She could have been eating with me
Fuck that nigga
He- He can't eat this pussy
Dark nails, feeling very y2k
Woke up moody, who the fuck am I gonna fight today
10, 10, 10s all across the board
Way he wiv you, bitch, he always bored
Way he wiv me, yeah we own the court
Yeah it's always thorns behind the court
I have to clean, but I wanna go to bed
Bitches lurking, when they could be making bread
Miu Miu, I don't know what do wiv you
Go home, got my rapper on the runway too
Bad, bad bitches and my entourage
Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars
Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars
Big black trucks, they be like fuck cars
All my bitches with the shit, I'm really rich
All my niggas scammin' shit, it's always hits
When you with me, bitch, we always hit
When you with me, bitch, he ain't shit
Bad bitches with designer glow
Bad bitches with designer glow
I'm a star, ho, bitch, I glow
Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show
(Ain't no fair, bitch we all stars)
Feeling all right, oh I got everything
Designer problems, designer riches
Enter the party, straight out of project X
I met a rich nigga, we had some rich sex
My body looking right, in my mugler
Even my toenails match my underwear
Pull up in some shit
You've never seen my pussy glean
These niggas grin
That's why me and my bitches get all in their gream
Nothing come between me and my things
Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Selene
I'm hot fashion bitch
None of these bitches can match this wrist
None of these bitches can rap like this
Fuck cause'
Driving on the cold night
Fuck the law
I'm trying to act all aggro tonight
Fuck that bitch
She could have been eating with me
Fuck that nigga
He- He can't eat this pussy
Dark nails, feeling very y2k
Woke up moody, who the fuck am I gonna fight today
10, 10, 10s all across the board
Way he wiv you, bitch, he always bored
Way he wiv me, yeah we own the court
Yeah it's always thorns behind the court
I have to clean, but I wanna go to bed
Bitches lurking, when they could be making bread
Miu Miu, I don't know what do wiv you
Go home, got my rapper on the runway too
Bad, bad bitches and my entourage
Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars
Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars
Big black trucks, they be like fuck cars
All my bitches with the shit, I'm really rich
All my niggas scammin' shit, it's always hits
When you with me, bitch, we always hit
When you with me, bitch, he ain't shit
Bad bitches with designer glow
Bad bitches with designer glow
I'm a star, ho, bitch, I glow
Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show
