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Starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches and hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Starstruck. When I step in the door, All the bitches be starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches and hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Ha, ha. When I step in the door. Gotta get to it. Like she know it. Fucking around, getting high, Being foolish. And that ain't getting nobody no Money. When it comes to checking traps, hoes start Acting funny. Like, "Where you been, and what you Did for the dough?" Bitch, question is pimping, then Your ass gotta go. I'd have been around too long for this shit. That's why I don't take crap from no damn Funky bitch. And the hood is booming, yeah, we On TV from Vice Land all the way to A&E. And the feds is watching, but a nigga Used to it. Can't tell what I'm doing when I'm in the same Buick. And I learned from Rick, and niggas like Des. My brother hit my line and said he got My back. And I ain't tripping. Like my nigga BG when I hit LAS, I'm like, "What's happening, fam?" Starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches and hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Starstruck. When I step in the door, all the Bitches be starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Ha, Starstruck on a D-list nigga. That's why she all in the Vibe, but you Don't see pics with me. And I'll be damned If I let a bitch draft pick me. If you had fifteen, she gonna ask for fifteen. So you gotta get to it, and get gone. The truth is all these rap niggas be hoes. Get mad when a bitch got all your paper. 'Cause you fuck more groupies than the LA Lakers. I just tell the truth like Weezy with it. Would you suck my dick in a Honda Civic? That's why I stay up in the crib, 2K And kicking it. And if you wanna come through, Don't bring your niggas. And don't give your Homegirl my number. She know me, nigga, why we ain't talk last Summer? 'Cause they see you doing better, and they Get to chasing. Leave hoes in the dust like Paul to Vegas. Starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Starstruck. When I step in the door, All the bitches be starstruck. Starstruck. All the bitches and hoes. All the hoes be starstruck. Ha, ha. They like, "Damn, Chuck, she with you too?" I told them folks, "Ask her, 'cause I don't Make the rules." I'm better company, it was a Hard bird to choose. Wrote the textbook on it, Then they booked the school. And that's game, play it 'til you hear the Whistle. Measure both sides, now it's money in the Middle. Whole pound's got more Vicesini. When it's in the low rider with the switches In the ceiling. West Side weather, nigga funky, That's Morelli. And I put that on my brace, Going down like Celie. All he gotta do is hit me on my Telly. I'm a sharpshooter with it, gotta keep the Arm steady. Tapped in, chest matched, Pelle Pelle on The leather. Put the hood on the backpack, and He for aesthetic. What's the weather like? Nigga, I got silk on it. And I'm way too woke for a miff on Set. Starstruck. Yo, what up? I'm out here eating them salted Shrimps. Chinese food spot downtown. Waiting on my man Worldwide Worthy, yo. With the chopped chicken, the exquisite sauces on The side. Yo, where the fuck you at? Come down here, come see me, man. I got the motherfucking Arnold Palmers with the Salted shrimps at the Chinese spot, man