Flyana Boss - Bitch Imma Star lyrics
[Flyana Boss - Bitch Imma Star lyrics]
He a dog, so I told him to roll over
Got these niggas on my hip like a holster
He wanna take a sip of my holy water
I don't wanna save him, don't even wanna play him
He not even worth all the energy I gave him
I-I call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I told him to leave like I'm about to rake him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ay, bitch, Imma star
Yeah, yeah, uh
All my haters sub-par
Yeah, yeah, uh
I'm so raw, tartare
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, bitch, Imma star
I don't even know how I got like this
Wrist so froze, got arthritis
Pockets on swole, hippopotamus
If you don't speak cash, I don't comprehend
Yeah, I been eatin' greens, am I thick yet?
Uh, you could ask my ops, I'm a big threat
I'm smoking GPT, yeah, that's high-tech
And my pussy go—, that's a big cat
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ay, bitch, Imma star
Yeah, yeah, uh
All my haters sub-par
Yeah, yeah, uh
I'm so raw, tartare
Yeah, yeah, uh
God, this shit hard
I-I call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I-I call the streets like, "Please, can you take him?"
I-I call the streets like, "Can you take him?"
I-I call the streets like, "Please, can you, please, can you—"
No, I'm a star, please, I'm a star
Signin' a boss up on your titties, gon' see us on your TV
Streaming, you gon' see these black girls winning
Be-be-besties in your city, energy on triple DD
If you ain't fuckin' with me, you can kiss my pee-pee
Add extended interpretation
If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!
Latest added interpretations to lyrics