Yeaa Lyrics - Starlito

Starlito] 

Don't matter just don't bite it, and don't spill my cup 

And I don't want the bottle unless they sell mine up 

She wanna fuck in my car, so we fucked in the trunk 

Mr. Officer you handcuffin' or what? 

For hundred dollar two liter I pour that shit up 

I owe this nigga, but I don't give a fuck 

Just made sixty off the road damn right, I scrape this shit up 

Goin' back and forth that [?] I'm in grade with the plug 

Take what they want, they think I play for the son 

I come from straight runnin' guns, my heart don't play one on one 

I sip that drink till I'm numb, and I'm impatiently dumb 

Like once our dude calls you an Uber you can stay 'till they come 

Your ho just smoke up your grass shit, your last shit 

Just been spent sixty racks on Texas, just last year 

Got me back sellin' bag shit, no half shit 

Pourin' hot take off the glass yeah, don't know how I ain't crashed yet 

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When crunch time all the youngins go to stickin' shit up 

Outside with that iron while they clinkin' the club 

Booty plump, she got trunk, shawty shakin' her rump 

I've been gone a couple months tryin' to see what is what 

[?] No matter what I swear I love her to death 

When I was fucked up all the girls, she was the only one there 

Quarter chicken got delivered got it thrown on the scale 

When the money go flippin' all the herb go to hell 

Ya tell her oh well, get weed from somebody else 

Designer stitching on my denim you could tell by the belt 

Vacuum suction on the [?], lips murdered the blunt 

By the time you go to hit it ain't the shit for your lungs 

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