"Star Of The Show" lyrics
Pull the curtain, dim the lights
I am the star of the show tonight
(Kenoe)
You see, I pray for peace, but still'll bring drama
All you pussy hoes zeros, y'all should be calmer
I get commas, y'all hoes don't
And what you gon' do? Bitch, I bet you won't
His side bitch stalkin', I'ma post today
Bottega Veneta, bitch, I'ma pose today
Uh, I'm a bad bitch
Let's raise a toast to the days we ain't had shit
Now we got shit and my mama too
McLaren 720, yes, I'm tryna find my roof
Damn, I ain't find my roof
I put that pussy on that nigga, she can't find her boo
I'm the star, ho, you the dark spot
Motherfuck a rap bitch, this is my spot
Bitch, you bet' not come on my block
And if you do, get shot
Who would've known
That I am the star of the show
You know it, ho
You see it, ho
Huh, this what you will never be, bitch
Dark skin for the win, things turn like Tina
Ain't it's funny now it's 'bout Pam? Damn, Gina
Me against the world, yeah, let's get it
Live from the trenches, bitch, this shit hit different
Silverware Tiffany, Hermès dishes
I ain't eatin' with you messy hoes, you bitches bad business
I'm the main, not the mistress
My pussy hit different
Solid, federal convictions, no snitchin'
I did it with Caresha, I did it for the city
Now I'm doin' it for JT and I know y'all fuckin' with me
Miami Griselda mixed with Donatella
City Cinderella, palace in Tribeca
QC finest, your highness, I'm special
Swang when you see me, ho, I know you got the message
Ain't nothin' you can tell me, you hoes just jealous
'Cause I'm hydrated, meditated, focused on my wellness
Fake bitches hate it, real bitches love it
I ain't sneak dissin' with you hoes, I'll air y'all out in public
Bitch nigga, chill, I'm way above your budget
You can't afford this pussy, nigga, change the subject
I am the star of the show tonight
(Kenoe)
You see, I pray for peace, but still'll bring drama
All you pussy hoes zeros, y'all should be calmer
I get commas, y'all hoes don't
And what you gon' do? Bitch, I bet you won't
His side bitch stalkin', I'ma post today
Bottega Veneta, bitch, I'ma pose today
Uh, I'm a bad bitch
Let's raise a toast to the days we ain't had shit
Now we got shit and my mama too
McLaren 720, yes, I'm tryna find my roof
Damn, I ain't find my roof
I put that pussy on that nigga, she can't find her boo
I'm the star, ho, you the dark spot
Motherfuck a rap bitch, this is my spot
Bitch, you bet' not come on my block
And if you do, get shot
Who would've known
That I am the star of the show
You know it, ho
You see it, ho
Huh, this what you will never be, bitch
Dark skin for the win, things turn like Tina
Ain't it's funny now it's 'bout Pam? Damn, Gina
Me against the world, yeah, let's get it
Live from the trenches, bitch, this shit hit different
Silverware Tiffany, Hermès dishes
I ain't eatin' with you messy hoes, you bitches bad business
I'm the main, not the mistress
My pussy hit different
Solid, federal convictions, no snitchin'
I did it with Caresha, I did it for the city
Now I'm doin' it for JT and I know y'all fuckin' with me
Miami Griselda mixed with Donatella
City Cinderella, palace in Tribeca
QC finest, your highness, I'm special
Swang when you see me, ho, I know you got the message
Ain't nothin' you can tell me, you hoes just jealous
'Cause I'm hydrated, meditated, focused on my wellness
Fake bitches hate it, real bitches love it
I ain't sneak dissin' with you hoes, I'll air y'all out in public
Bitch nigga, chill, I'm way above your budget
You can't afford this pussy, nigga, change the subject
