Night Star

Watch you run You a bum Your bitch lay back on my bed stunned Can't f*ck with a bitch if she eat dumb Out night star cold my death you become I need rum I'm all numb Fade up pull the trigger shoot for fun Tia a rope around his neck leave him hung Stay with your eyes closed see fear in your lungs On my wrist, uh Got shine on the shit Don't go try and rep this bitch, uh All my bitch, uh Stay fly with her money You ain't getting none from me you funny, uh On my wrist, uh Got shine on the shit Don't go try and rep this bitch, uh All my bitch, uh Stay fly with her money You ain't getting none from me you funny, uh