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stardust - mrheada$trendy & limbo lyrics

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[chorus]
i ain’t been home in a week (week)
gone off the gas and i’m geekin’ (geekin’)
b*tches be needy, pimpin’ ain’t easy
she wanna f*ck on a beast (beast)
brought a b*tch back to the east (i did)
b*tch, why you playin’ with me? (playin’)
b*tch, you ain’t stayin’ with me (nope)
i ain’t been home in a week (week)
gone off the gas and i’m geekin’ (geekin’)
b*tches be needy, pimpin’ ain’t easy
she wanna f*ck on a beast (beast)
brought a b*tch back to the east (i did)
b*tch, why you playin’ with me? (playin’)
b*tch, you ain’t stayin’ with me (nope)

[verse 1]
ayy, i don’t f*ck with her ’cause i’m playing games
pick up that b*tch and drop off with the pants
i’m feeling good, i’m fresh like powder
pull out my d*ck and i bet she devour
wait on my comeback, sooner than soon
f*ck my ex b*tch, she a dirty baboon
if i don’t likе the ho then i’ll pass her to [?] [1:16]
thеse n*ggas be copying, n*ggas be parrots
i’m making jokes and i bet she say ha
my b*tch is spanish, feliz navidad
n*ggas be trippin’, i’m water whippin’
might f*ck your b*tch because that’s how i’m feelin’
i don’t smoke gas but i’m high off the ceilin’
breathe in the mic and that b*tch get a million
i’m like a wagon, you gettin’ carried
your career dead, you gettin’ buried
[chorus]
i ain’t been home in a week (week)
gone off the gas and i’m geekin’ (geekin’)
b*tches be needy, pimpin’ ain’t easy
she wanna f*ck on a beast (beast)
brought a b*tch back to the east (i did)
b*tch, why you playin’ with me? (playin’)
b*tch, you ain’t stayin’ with me (nope)
i ain’t been home in a week (week)
gone off the gas and i’m geekin’ (geekin’)
b*tches be needy, pimpin’ ain’t easy
she wanna f*ck on a beast (beast)
brought a b*tch back to the east (i did)
b*tch, why you playin’ with me? (playin’)
b*tch, you ain’t stayin’ with me (nope)

[chorus]
pull up in rental, check, vroom
do it for the camera, check, flash
take a chance like gambler, check, roll the dice
put ’em on a banner, check
ayy, i been a real one since a minor
gucci on my fiver
my b*tch bad as f*ck and she don’t wear designer
and she know what’s up when i’m on this recliner
my chain nice as f*ck but it bite like a tiger
i pop out the cut with a scope like a sniper
she give me the suck and i dip in a chrysler
she pullin’ up ’cause i know she a rider
i beat from the front now she wet like a geyser
went deep in her gut now she call a real coroner
soon as i bust i dip out in a foreign
call her at the club and i fled by the morning
left her in the dust ’cause that b*tch, she boring (boring)

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