
Starlets Giggs (Ft. Dave East)
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[Intro: Dave East]
Uh (Uh)
Rollin'
Let me see it
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Guarantee it, you ain't met a nigga like me (Nah)
Everything in check, feel like a Nike
A lot of niggas don't like me (I know)
I got the seasoning, I kept it spicy (Spicy)
Used to deal fishes like a Pisces (Uh)
Neck and wrist frozen like an ICEE
Patek on me now, but I remember thinking brightly
All up in the ear, I'm 'bout to bite it like I'm Tyson
The way I came up, was triflin'
Street fightin' like I was M. Bison
I got more nervous when niggas start gettin' indicted
Pablo and Giggs, Harlem to London, I bet you they want it (Bеt)
Take me out my clothes, ma, I got thе hood on my stomach, uh
Throwing gang signs, but nominated for some GRAMMYs
Pistol at my bitch T crib, her name was Tammy
Art Basel in my living room, ain't do Miami
Tellin' her what I like, ain't got nothin' to do with Sammy (I like)
If I hit it right, I guarantee you she gon' stamp me
Postal, international this vibe is global (Global)
Tell me what you want from me, I feel like Ma$e and Total
Giggs my brother in private, ain't got to make it social
Most these niggas only want pictures so they can post you
Uh (Uh)
Rollin'
Let me see it
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Guarantee it, you ain't met a nigga like me (Nah)
Everything in check, feel like a Nike
A lot of niggas don't like me (I know)
I got the seasoning, I kept it spicy (Spicy)
Used to deal fishes like a Pisces (Uh)
Neck and wrist frozen like an ICEE
Patek on me now, but I remember thinking brightly
All up in the ear, I'm 'bout to bite it like I'm Tyson
The way I came up, was triflin'
Street fightin' like I was M. Bison
I got more nervous when niggas start gettin' indicted
Pablo and Giggs, Harlem to London, I bet you they want it (Bеt)
Take me out my clothes, ma, I got thе hood on my stomach, uh
Throwing gang signs, but nominated for some GRAMMYs
Pistol at my bitch T crib, her name was Tammy
Art Basel in my living room, ain't do Miami
Tellin' her what I like, ain't got nothin' to do with Sammy (I like)
If I hit it right, I guarantee you she gon' stamp me
Postal, international this vibe is global (Global)
Tell me what you want from me, I feel like Ma$e and Total
Giggs my brother in private, ain't got to make it social
Most these niggas only want pictures so they can post you
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