5 Star lyrics
by Chow Lee
[Intro: Selli Paper]
I don't think you know you a five star, mami
[Interlude: Cash Cobain & Selli Paper]
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' di*k in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
f*ck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Pre-Chorus : Bay Swag & Selli Paper]
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' b*tch out in Suffolk, that pus*y so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My b*tch in LA with the sh*t, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, b*tch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Selli Paper]
b*tch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pus*y so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She f*ck with the Slizz, she f*ck with the Kid, she givin' 'еm Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
n*gga run up, n*gga run up, n*gga a dummy (What elsе?)
He know what's up, his b*tch know what's up, but his b*tch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not Bril, but Slizzy too humpy, tss
She said she was hungry, I made her eat up the di*k like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Verse 1: Chow Lee: Selli Paper]
Am I f*cked up? I tried to buy a pus*y off a punchy
The way she dressin', it's so c*nty
sh*t is enticin' to me, let me gun please, let me drill, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
I'm overly horny, we f*ckin' for hours, I swear to God it's not a pill
She told me she never got f*cked on the pill, I just did it a lil' tender to show her how it feel
(I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Like get it together, you sexy as ever, your nani the wettest, resembles a beverage (I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Tss, like let me remind you, how you look better than every b*tch that they put right beside you (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Interlude: Cash Cobain & Selli Paper]
You could just tell me you want it
Keep it the bluntest, I'm tryna put a lil' di*k in your stomach (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
f*ck from the back, got her runnin'
One round, two, we can run it
Not DMC, but you know that I run it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Pre-Chorus : Bay Swag & Selli Paper]
Wanna put a lil' boy in your stomach
I got a lil' b*tch out in Suffolk, that pus*y so good, it's bustin' (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
My b*tch in LA with the sh*t, she a problem, she runnin'
Let me spit in her mouth, she disgusting
But, b*tch, I got a dozen (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Chorus: Cash Cobain & Selli Paper]
b*tch, I got a dozen
Matter of fact, I got a hundred
That pus*y so wet like the faucet was runnin'
I need it, I need it, I want it, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
Five-star star mami, you know that she stuntin', tss
She f*ck with the Slizz, she f*ck with the Kid, she givin' 'em Cudi (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
n*gga run up, n*gga run up, n*gga a dummy (What else?)
He know what's up, his b*tch know what's up, but his b*tch wanna suck me, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
No, I'm not real, but Slizz if you wan' be, tss
She said she was hungry, I gotta eat up the di*k like its lunch meat, tss (Yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
[Outro: Chow Lee & Selli Paper]
Am I f*cked up? I tried to buy a pus*y of a punchy
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah, I don't think you know you a five star, mami)
(Yeah, yeah)