"5 Star" lyrics
Bay Swag, Cash Cobain & Chow Lee Lyrics
I don't think you know you a five star, mami
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' dick in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Fuck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' bitch out in Suffolk, that pussy so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My bitch in LA with the shit, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, bitch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Bitch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pussy so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She fuck with the Slizz, she fuck with the Kid, she givin' 'em Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Nigga run up, nigga run up, nigga a dummy (What else?)
He know what's up, his bitch know what's up, but his bitch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not Bril, but Slizzy too humpy, tss
She said she was hungry, I made her eat up the dick like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Am I fucked up? I tried to buy a pussy off a punchy
The way she dressin', it's so cunty
Shit is enticin' to me, let me gun please, let me drill, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
I'm overly horny, we fuckin' for hours, I swear to God it's not a pill
She told me she never got fucked on the pill, I just did it a lil' tender to show her how it feel
(I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Like get it together, you sexy as ever, your nani the wettest, resembles a beverage (I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Tss, like let me remind you, how you look better than every bitch that they put right beside you (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' dick in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Fuck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' bitch out in Suffolk, that pussy so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My bitch in LA with the shit, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, bitch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Bitch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pussy so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She fuck with the Slizz, she fuck with the Kid, she givin' 'em Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Nigga run up, nigga run up, nigga a dummy (What else?)
He know what's up, his bitch know what's up, but his bitch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not real, but Slizz if you wan' be, tss
She said she was hungry, I gotta eat up the dick like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Am I fucked up? I tried to buy a pussy of a punchy
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah)
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' dick in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Fuck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' bitch out in Suffolk, that pussy so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My bitch in LA with the shit, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, bitch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Bitch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pussy so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She fuck with the Slizz, she fuck with the Kid, she givin' 'em Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Nigga run up, nigga run up, nigga a dummy (What else?)
He know what's up, his bitch know what's up, but his bitch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not Bril, but Slizzy too humpy, tss
She said she was hungry, I made her eat up the dick like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Am I fucked up? I tried to buy a pussy off a punchy
The way she dressin', it's so cunty
Shit is enticin' to me, let me gun please, let me drill, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
I'm overly horny, we fuckin' for hours, I swear to God it's not a pill
She told me she never got fucked on the pill, I just did it a lil' tender to show her how it feel
(I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Like get it together, you sexy as ever, your nani the wettest, resembles a beverage (I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Tss, like let me remind you, how you look better than every bitch that they put right beside you (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' dick in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Fuck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' bitch out in Suffolk, that pussy so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My bitch in LA with the shit, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, bitch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Bitch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pussy so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She fuck with the Slizz, she fuck with the Kid, she givin' 'em Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Nigga run up, nigga run up, nigga a dummy (What else?)
He know what's up, his bitch know what's up, but his bitch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not real, but Slizz if you wan' be, tss
She said she was hungry, I gotta eat up the dick like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Am I fucked up? I tried to buy a pussy of a punchy
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah)
