Linkz Boogz - Bright Star

I feel good man
The sun is shining
A cold six pack of Stella’s, about to light this fat joint right here
Ya tu sabe
Aye yo, They loving my Dominican swag
Corona n***** man we been in our bag
Theres a lot of us so you don’t wanna be the one thats getting us mad
Have every block poppin’ out, meeting up on 37th, the ave
And we been peepin’ n***** acting up
Talking shit on the gram, posting flicks
When they see you, wanna dap it up
If you a spitter and you nice then thats wussup
But you gon’ know if i think your s*** is wack as f***
Brown liquid in my plastic cup
Im a family guy but from the hood, i’m a ratchet f***
I blaze heavy, snap jokes and i laugh it up
The way we show you love is if we just smack you up
Im from where Riezy taught me how to chop it up
We get it poppin’ now these b****** wanna flock to us
All them haters that was hating wanna rock with us
And these jealous ass cops wanna lock us up
If you ain’t on my level i don’t want get on a track with you
If i don’t like it, it ain’t personal, i just think its wack my dude
I mind my business, show me gratitude
Im always doing me i guess thats why these hoes give me attitude
High, on a different latitude, i’m a bright star
Moving through space in a nice car
A big smile, i seem close but i’m quite far
Mellow out cause this not the song for hype bars
I write my own raps, (Homie) you should write yours
All these rappers on the same tempo
Same melodies, same trap beat instrumentals
And that ain’t it… that ain’t it
F*** what you wanna hear, i tell you what you gots to know
As long as it ain’t fairytales nothings impossible
Stick to the plan, be passionate and follow your goals
Put in the work a long time, i gotta be close
Don’t got a clue where this gon’ take me but God only knows
You could take a couple gems right out of my flows
Im high off life, heart race like i powdered my nose
If you playing with my bread then you gotta be toast
My s*** is butter son, thats why shorty blow me like bubble gum
Cutie pie and she got the bubble buns
Give her the wood, Bam Bam, Barney Rubble’s son
I feel like Pac in 96 yo im troublesome
But im from New York, 100 clips, 100 guns
Shouts to my goons in Corona, those my thunny thuns
Around the clock, heavy trapping, making money runs
We’ll have a couple bags before the time the summer comes
Something light
If you ain’t know the vibes, those are the vibes
Linkz Boogie
Push pounds… Hustle

Written by:
Michael Taveras

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