Styles&Complete - Starstruck (Ft. Crichy Crich & EXSSV)

[Hook: Crichy Crich]
She gonna sell her soul for the team
Give it up for a little bit of fame
She thinks she found God on stage
But she don't even know our names
Groupie love is the best love
She's so gone off drugs
And they both got boyfriends
But we don't really give a fuck

[Verse: Crichy Crich]
Uh, roll some more killer
If I ever run out, I'mma ride the dope dealer
Burn through these trees like Gs on four wheelers
All about my cheese like keys to coke dealers
Hit the West Coast and flee to Coachella
Gotta lack on my back, the feeling's gorilla
Uh, that's Cruella de Vil
101 of us crackers with our hand on the wheel
Gun in your grill 'cause we don't give a fuck how you feel
Murder all you wack rappers, I'm just being for real
I don't need to co-sign, I'm just sealing the deal
Jesus piece for these pussies who lack in the field
Bla-ka-bla-ka, better back up, 'fore I slap you for real
If I was blacker, would this cracker need to rap for a deal?
See, the color of each other made the fans how they feel
Well, fuck that, it's time to bust back, don't tell me to chill

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