I'm Not A Star Lyrics - Teflon Don - Rick Ross

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I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45 

If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon 

Bury the Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen 

Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty 

Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city 

Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first 

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts 

Told 'em my partna and help them fagots give 'em thirty 

I told 'em I got it, therefore I gotta do you dirty 

Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 830 

Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030 

Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man I'm lyin' 

I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin' for the pie 

9 for the slice, dummy that's a Dan Marino 

Talkin' quarterbacks mean you talkin' quarter kilos 

Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it 

Where I come from if they be hopin' thatcha payin' 

How I can save when all my niggas in the can 

And by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand 

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car 

Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar 

I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star 

All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky 

Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky 

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car 

Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar 

I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star 

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I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car 

It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin 

It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it 

And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute 

I know them people wanna stick me with the senates 

I'm a player catchin' bitches like I'm TO 

Trunk full of work, yeah, this nigga think he Neno 

Three dice, yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo 

Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the D-low 

Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO 

My niggas never sing if I need 'em I go to Neo 

Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh 

Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo 

Monday for monages and Tuesday I get a trio 

And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO 

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car 

Black card for the niggas spending C-notes at the bar 

I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star 

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