Miss Ducy LO.CEASAR

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Starker]
The God be stylin' in the latest thousand dollar flim shit
(ay yo Starker what's popping?)
You know my nigga same shit
Might see me speedin' down Lavonia baby I'm a stoner
I hold my title like Royal Rumble mixtape in Moma
Dipset diplomas my diplomatic immune I go in
(you want no parts of this)
New rappers wonder who Starker is
My rhyme a scholarship don't make me go and start my shit
Thuggin' like Carter 6 these artists think they hard 'n shit
You out your Starter 'fit
Yo pardon homie beatin' his shorty, he work real hard
I'm catchin' charges bustin' bussies
Regardless drivin' the beam I do
I mean to make a couple quick hundreds throughout my weekend
Shorty knew my kicks was more than her Louis purse
So she do me dirt
My niggas bring the fish to the table like they don't do dessert
My baby mama started givin' me drama but I be doin' work
When I be movin' work bigger chains
Clearner kicks this be my newer shirt
Niggas isn't settin' shop in this bitch I'ma do it first
Ayo my homie cop the Mickey Mouse rollie was never snitchin' though
The yola give n' go
I'm certified Jersey, I been a pro
I'm sinnin' with the cinnamon women ready and willin'
Suck my off all in the back of the beamer swallow my children
Son get em' high I'm gettin' high in Bedford
Styvanson bussies blow up my throw away
My flashy Allen Iverson tendencies tend to go away
This nigga sneezed in front of my soda mad yola blow away
He had to pay for every last flake
Yo, I need a frikitona to hold it down
Like the sample used by the Alchemist
Yo know my dog's a fight but I ain't playin' for the Falcons dick