Startender (feat. Offset and Tyga)

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Yeah, shawty got ass
 She just got a tummy tuck, yeah
 Startenders, run it up
 Ah
 Let's get into it
 Watch your bitch
 Yeah
 Ah
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah
 Ooh, I see it in you
 You just left your man, that's too bad, ooh
 Pull up in a foreign like skrt skrt
 All up in your feelings, yeah you seem so hurt
 L.A. off the chains, now it's time to run it up
 In the game, got a two, so you know they wanna pop, yeah
 Yeah, shawty got ass, she just got a tummy tuck, yeah
 Startenders, run it up
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
 Offset!
 Hunnid in my fanny, yeah (hunnid)
 Runnin' up the engine for my family, huh (fam)
 Wanna hop on jet, take off your panties, huh (woo)
 Baguettes in my wrist and they can't stand me, huh (Baguettes)
 Coco on my Maybach like it's "Free Meech" (smash, smash)
 Shoot the hundred round and get your street sweeped (brrt, brrt)
 Patek on my wrist, this shit ain't cheap, cheap (woo)
 Perky or the Addy, which one you gon' eat?
 If we got static, send the baddie, meet the Grim Reaper (statis, static)
 Green lime Lambo' with your bitch creepin' (skrrt)
 He got to poppin' 'bout it, so I let the TEC eat him (brrt, huh)
 I put the Nawf up on my back, I get the M's and feed 'em (hey!)
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, oh yeah
 Bitch, I'm number one like I'm Nelly (Nelly)
 And my crib all white like Belly (Belly)
 And my bitch ride for me like Remy (Remy)
 Poppin' shots, thug life, Makaveli
 Send the cash to my celly, have my nigga go get it
 Then we split it like a splinter, if I'm in it, it ain't rented
 Got the rims so biggie and my cars look skinny
 Good pussy and you pretty but you better off the Henny (yeah)
 I ain't Ray J, told a bitch, "Wait a minute" (yeah)
 Diamonds on my dick, told the bitch, "Come and get it" (hol' up)
 Shawty, you a star, got all these niggas wishin'
 She gotta make it count, hit me up, when you finished
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch
 Ooh, don't think these niggas understand me
 Ooh, she let me touch it in Miami
 Ooh, I'm feelin' like I'm Biggaveli, ah, ooh yeah
 Head, shoulders, knees, focus
 Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
 Head, yeah, shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
 Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, focus, yeah
 Head, shoulders, knees, focus
 Head, shoulders, knees, focus, yeah
 Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
 Head and shoulders, yeah, knees, yeah, going, yeah
 Hmm, ain't fucking with no off brand bitch (bang)
 

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Duration
03:12
Key
6
Tempo
192 BPM

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