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lirik lagu track star (remix) – wuntayk timmy

(yeah, yeah, yeah, aye)
she’s a runner, she’s a track star
she gon’ run away when it gets hard
she gon’ lose her way if it gets dark
baby, i am the light like it’s pixar
one thing about life is that it hits hard
but don’t go down without a fight, keep yo’ fists balled
when i think about that sh*t, it make my skin crawl
sleepin’ in a bedroom with a brick wall
(aye)
i’ma get mine, n*gga, get y’all’s
i’m gettin’ better every time, i don’t trip, dawg
i know this sh*t a marathon, shout to crenshaw
feel like i’m agin’ like lebron, shout to rich paul
and keep my business out that strip mall
gave that b*tch a map, told her “get lost”
you know it ain’t nuttin’ to cut that b*tch off
i don’t even think about that b*tch, dawg
i went in my memory bank and made a withdrawal
out here playin’ games with my heart, you know that sh*t cost
and i want a arm and a leg, lil’ b*tch, i’m jigsaw
i can’t wait on karma, that’s dead, i need revenge, dawg
can’t believe i thought she was dope, lil’ b*tch is fentanyl
speakin’ o’ dope, it’s cocaine in my pen, dawg
every bar be, boy, could make a ken doll
give it time
she a runner, she a track star with it slime
but she don’t get no medal when she finished lyin’
we at war, but ain’t no medals when my n*ggas dyin’
know i want that deal, but i’ll feel better if my n*gga sign(s)
seem like n*ggas sign just as long as they leave him behind
and if that’s a sign, then tell god i need a bigger sign
ridin’ for my n*ggas from the start, that’s on maya
real love ain’t no game, my heart’s no liar
still love my old flame, my heart’s on fire (my heart’s on, uh)
and she love it how i satisfy her
rest when i’m rich, what they need? this just the appetiser
pump it like a machine, i come with rapid fire
don’t keep cryin’ while we smokin’, baby, pass the fire
i ain’t even smokin’, but i can supply ya
and if it’s smoke, know that bl!cky matchin’ black attire
and it’s quiet, new suppressor, automatic fire
*pew, pew, pew, pew*, like i had a choir (church)
i came up round the ‘trap or die*ers’
i don’t cap, i only rap ’bout what i have required
i’m the truth, this lil’ b*tch just wanna catch a liar
want a b*tch on my back, then i’ll tat mariah
i know i ain’t right, but i ain’t (n)ever wrong
never switchin’ up, so if we rockin’, then it’s set in stone
i be right back like i was never gone
headed to the money, or i’m headed home
you can understand it or get left alone
wish i’d never known
she a runner, she a track star
lil’ b*tch startin’ to act so funny, i could laugh hard
she said “you look like a cheater”, i’m a jaguar
i pull up at her spot, and make that cat rawr
not concerned what they sayin’ on no apps, sorry
tell lil aaryn and lil cheekis i’m a rap star
i can’t front, puttin’ yo’ city on yo’ back hard
so ‘fore they stabbed me, my back already had scars
spin again for them n*ggas that wanna act hard
tinted, look like ain’t no windows on that black car
how i’m feelin’, b*tch, i wouldn’t spare a flat tire
’til i’m buyin’ spades in the club with a black card
that arch that you do, baby, that’s art
used to ride me ’til i bust, when i would catch [?]
yeah, the way i strike that box, make a match spark
lifeguard, turn that p*ssy to a splash park
know how i do, do, do, do, dad shark
youngin’ when i rap about the bad part
i’m just lettin’ you know it wasn’t the last part
track star, got off to a bad start
street lights on ’cause my past dark
gave my heart away, when they ain’t have heart
headed to the blues, you could ask marge
daddy got dough, you could ask bart
n*ggas musta came up on a gas card
you know i’m the coldest if you half*smart
you know i’m the coldest if you half*smart
tayk

- wuntayk timmy

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