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Lyrics to I’m Not A Star :

Maybach music
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I’d die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I’m talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it’s december thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
I told em I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I’m lyin’
I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that’s a dan marino
Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain, I aint even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
And by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4]

All black Lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4]

I’m not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It’s a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
And I’m quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I’m a player catchin bitches like I’m TO
Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My niggas never sing if I need em I go to neo
Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4]

Lyrics to Free Mason :

(feat. Jay-Z, John Legend)

This is for the soldiers the see the sun
At midnight, ya dig
Let me slow down (it’s so incredible)

[Rick Ross Verse]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you’re dealin’ with some rich niggas
We the lost symbols, speak in cryptic codes
Ancient wisdom, valuable like gifts of gold
I embark on life, my path is all math
I understand the codes these hackers can’t crack
I understand that folks expect me to fold
Community control to violate parole
I won’t fail, but a lot of men will
I’m iconic in the field, like Solomon’s Seal
Uh, it’s just an intro
Allow my flow time to sink into the temple
Free Mason, freelancer, free agents, we faster
Big contracts, big contractors
Built pyramids, period we masters
No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas
A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors
All white mansion, I’m the child of God
All black diamonds, times were hard
New Rolls Royce
Guess you made it, nigga
All white neighborhoods, you they favorite nigga
My top back like J.F.K.
They wanna push my top back like J.F.K.
So, so I J.F.K.
Join Forces with the kings and we ate all day
Right now I could rewrite history
I stopped writin so fuck it, I’ll do it mentally

[Rick Ross & John Legend Chorus (x2)]
I go to the grave before I be a bitch nigga
Better behave, you’re dealin’ with some rich niggas
Started in the ghetto, now we worldwide
Multiplying and I pray to God we never die

[Jay-Z Verse]
Niggas couldn’t do nothing with me they put the devil on me
I would have preferred if niggas would squeeze the metal on me
Rumors of Lucifer, I don’t know who to trust
Whole world want my demise, turn my music up
Here me clearly
If y’all niggas fear me, just say y’all fear me
Fuck all these fairy tales, go to hell this is God engineering
This is a Hail Mary pass, y’all interfering
He without sin shall cast the first stone
So y’all check in the mirror, double check your appearance
Bitch I said I was amazing
Not that I’m a Mason
It’s amazing that I made it through the maze that I was in
Lord forgive me I never would’ve made it without sin
Holy Water, my face in the basin
Diamonds in my rosary shows he forgave him
Bitch I’m red hot, I’m on my third six but the devil, I’m not
My Jesus piece flooded but thou shall not covet
Keep your eyes off my cupboard
I’m a bad motherfucker, it’s Hov just say you love it


If I ever die, never let it be said I didn’t win
Never, never say
Never say Legend didn’t go in (Imma go in)
I just wanna die on top of the world
Makin’ love to my favorite girl
Makin’ beautiful music, we makin’ a movie
We knew we was born to do it

Lyrics to Live Fast, Die Young :

(feat. Kanye West)

(And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(You’ve got to feel it)
(I’ve got the sign)

[Kanye West – Chorus]
They say we can’t be livin’ like this for the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this shit for rest of our lives
So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young

[Rick Ross – Verse 1]
Livin’ fast now it’s all linen rags (Unn)
Hard headed but my top peelin’ back
Tinted glass on my ’57, nigga wit’ a attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that’s half a million, I’m livin’ la vida happy though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
Stuntin’ like we printin’ money wit’ machines
Which you see me wavin’ Visorone Constantine (Unn)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
twenty fo’ carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
Got the club rockin’ like a fuckin’ boat
I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
The party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
Bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
She came to party like it’s 1999
If she died on my dick
She would live through my rhymes


[Kanye West – Verse 2]
For all my young ladies that’s drivin’ Miss Daisy
Drivin’ me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
I don’t give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
I’m back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin’ in Japan
Shoppin’ in Milan, hoppin’ out the van
Screams from the fans
“Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top againnn”
And we ’bout to hit Jacob the jeweler

So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My outfit’s so disrespectful
You could gon’ ahead and sneeze ’cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it’s superficial and ya say it’s just clothes
But we shoppin’ in that motherfucker and they just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressin’ room
The store just froze
And I know, they trying to get their cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin’ “How you do that?” (Un)
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute


[Rick Ross – Verse 3]
Peter piper pickin’ peppers, Rick pitched poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When her ass is enormous
Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin’ money for the wrong things
Look around Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin’ ’round the clock nigga
I sent a hundred grand but that’s a decent watch nigga
I’m gettin’ better ’cause it would’ve leased the drop nigga
I’ma get my money right just watch nigga
She had a miscarriage I couldn’t cry though
‘Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
(Un) I got ’em catchin’ amnesia
Time to pull my fuckin’ minks out the freezer
See the links and you just think Jesus
I’m hot till a day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I multiplied my money through different avenues
Took many awards
Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won’t stop
If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch


(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Lyrics to Super High :

(feat. Ne-Yo)


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin’ with my goons
Big Pop’s & Sade’s, Cirocs & Chardonnay
My Cassie’s sassy, so my penthouse my balloon
We doin’ it big, it’s goin’ down, 9/11
I’m doin’ it big, pullin’ up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it’s now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
…We shinin’ when it’s pitch dark
Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I’m accomplishin’
I’m beatin’ niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton

[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes… to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)

Cuz we are…. we are…. super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

{Bring your sexy ass here baby}

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain’t ever, ever, ever gotta take ’em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin’ in the mountains, shittin’ on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it’s American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters’ll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
so she ain’t ever, ever, ever gotta take ’em back


[Bridge: Rick Ross]
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I’m super fly, I’m super high
You gettin’ yours? I’m gettin’ mine

[Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I’m sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday’s in October
Strawberry and her Rosé on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it’s populated and get

[Rick Ross]
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look

Put your eyes to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah

[Bridge: Rick Ross]

[Scratched several times]
What the fuck are they yellin’ ?

Super hiiighhh

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