Miro Dinero and K1LLB1LL - ALL-STAR

(Ooh)
(Ooh-Ooh)
(Ooh-Ooh-O)
(Ooh-Ooh Yea!)
East Side-Boolin' with your ho', yea yea yea
Kick her out I send her home, yea yea yea
What she wearin', what she got on? yea yea yea
That's my merch and my cologne, yea yea yea
I know I make it look easy
That's why these niggas wan' be like me
My diamonds hit like a damn CD
And I'm young Hugh Hef, got hoes on me
I'mma All-Star shawty like CP3
And be real with yourself I got what you need
Tell me where you wanna be, tell me what you see in me
(Huh)
Yea- I feel Prince with the Purple Rain again
Yea, All these hoes tryn' drive me insane again
I done told 'em that boy bad do not play with him
And he keep one hand on that strap, one false move- flamin' it
Ooh
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea babe
Ooh
Yea yea yea, yea yea yea babe
Bae-ae
Hey, Whoa-o-o
Watch yo back
Babygirl watch your heart, I hit your cardiac
I'mma do you-
I'mma do you like me (like me)
I'mma go stab your back
All-Black fit
and a young nigga got a mask, just like a slasher yea
Makin' 'em quit
'cause they don't know how to get money, yea that's what they after yea
I make her drip,
Splasher yea
Jeans with the rips,
Thrasher yea
I'm rockin' Rick
Fashion yea
You don't got shit,
You fastin', yea
Dont got no hoes 'cause he don't got no game
And I'm fuckin' this ho and not knowin' her name (name)
It do not matter these hoes all the same (same)
Go'n do somethin' strange for a li'l bit of change (change)
East Side-Boolin' with your ho', yea yea yea (yea yea)
Kick her out I send her home, yea yea yea
What she wearin', what she got on? yea yea yea
That's my merch and my cologne, yea yea yea (hey)
I know I make it look easy
That's why these niggas wan' be like me
My diamonds hit like a damn CD
And I'm young Hugh Hef, got hoes on me
I'mma All-Star shawty like CP3
And be real with yourself I got what you need
Tell me where you wanna be, tell me what you see in me

Written by:
Amir Dina

Publisher:
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