Starve lyrics

by

Young Stoner Life


[Intro]
Wheezy beats

[Chorus: Lil Duke & Gunna]
Every day I wake up I take out some time to thank the Lord
n*ggas hating every day and I just sit back and play my cards
You know that money over b*tches, I can't go out 'bout no broad
Keep a bad b*tch with me, she look like a Barbie doll
I bought her a push-start, she been with me from the start
Flawless cut stones, man I shine like a star
I got a couple racks on, let it f*ck up the mob
Bet that di*k break her walls
We gotta have it all

[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
You don't gotta work and don't gotta starve
When you with me you see nothing but stars
He treats you like nothing, treats you like a dog
When she mad at you, come lick on my ball
She don't wanna see me leave when I go touring
And I be giving her D every time she get horny
She don't want no one but me, but she ride on my di*k like I ride on this beat
That pus*y get wet and she know I get money, I put that bih right on her feet
When she keep telling me, "daddy go deep"
I just wanna see my family eat
Came from the jungle, it made me a beast
Play with me, I make them murders increase
And I be sharp as a crease
I got a b*tch, she from Greece
And she be begging me please
She know my jewelry on freeze
I'm 'bout to go overseas
All of these b*tches at ease
f*cking they daughters and nieces
Thanking the Lord when I get on my knees
[Chorus: Lil Duke & Gunna]
Every day I wake up I take out some time to thank the Lord
n*ggas hating every day and I just sit back and play my cards
You know that money over b*tches, I can't go out 'bout no broad
Keep a bad b*tch with me, she look like a Barbie doll
I bought her a push-start, she been with me from the start
Flawless cut stones, man I shine like a star
I got a couple racks on, let it f*ck up the mob
Bet that di*k break her walls
We gotta have it all

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I want it all, that's on everything
VVS flawless on every chain
You say you a boss n*gga bet it back
I still got some locs that'll let it bang
They give me them M's I won't let up
You put that hoe on a pedestal
f*ck that hoe, leave her lone, what you better do
Be stiff on yo hoe with a attitude
I get dressing, stay sharp like a razor
Bought some Balmain, then had to get Taylor
I swear real life, this sh*t is not made up
Took my b*tch on a trip to Barbados
Got on Tom Ford's, I can't see you haters
Got a Glock with a beam and a lazer
These b*tches I f*ck gon' be major
But I keep that under the radar
[Chorus: Lil Duke & Gunna]
Every day I wake up I take out some time to thank the Lord
n*ggas hating every day and I just sit back and play my cards
You know that money over b*tches, I can't go out 'bout no broad
Keep a bad b*tch with me, she look like a Barbie doll
I bought her a push-start, she been with me from the start
Flawless cut stones, man I shine like a star
I got a couple racks on, let it f*ck up the mob
Bet that di*k break her walls
We gotta have it all
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