Rap Star

Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a

Good morning Mr. A&R, I'm the latest star to
Drop from the cosmos, go ahead and pop those
Louis Vuitton collared shirts and slacks
I got that spinal tap, mess around and hurt your back
Learn that, twenty-four pockets deep
And with the death of frequent flyer I can knock your seat
Rock your heave and helping macaroni and cheese lovers
My bounce will knock you out, get acquainted with these rubber
Peace brother, have you screaming uncle like niece brother
Each brother will cease others, challenges mincemeat
Tucking the heat under ski mask, dummy think fast
Fuck around and catch a heat rash on that weak cash
Need cash (we need it), weed sash (can we hit?)
Bring friend just to be back to back defeated
Leave it lone Chally, golly ollie oxen-free
Shawty body got a spine, there ain't no stopping she's a
So break out the good china for the hood rider
And let me wiggle car keys little shawty
Eating fine caviar at a five star
I know you love to sign me, what you find me?

So throw them hands up like you're being frisked
The doctors hold me down but I'm still leaving sick
You really ain't running shit and shy, eat shit
Shine like the princess cut, miss fuck evening bitch

Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a

Good evening Mr. E&J, I's a beast today
Needless to say, need them bees in a big way
This way for the pony ride, show your ride
Up jumps the boogies to them hands when they grooving thighs
Cause this goes out to all of those true indeed
Who indeed know what C music be truthfully
So you know the true west love the two step
And you peep backpackers even jack that sir
Tigga please, I'm killing these symphonies
Listen G, picket can't kick it like this shit
Check the pulse, I'm shaking butt naked
On your radio, bury the hate ho, I'm here to blow
Next up I'mma snatch me a fan base
And next up I'mma catch me a damn case
For all the line draw-ers and the horn blow-ers
You can kiss it, I'm a rhyme dollars, I'm a shine sho nuff star
You either need to recognize or check your eyes
Stop being lame and sleeping on the windy mane
Star quality like Idol finalists
So pretty please, the city needs boo, I'll do fine in this

So throw them hands up like you're being frisked
The doctors let me go but I'm still leaving sick
You really ain't running shit and shy, eat shit
Shine like the princess cut, miss fuck evening bitch (my lord)

Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a star
Meet Krystal, she's so cold
Come at me Krystal, she's a

So snap a picture for the crowd around me
So snap a picture for the crowd around me
So snap a picture for the crowd around me
So snap a picture for the crowd around me
No don't, don't all come at once, you know what I mean
Close ups and all that shit
Y'all love it don't you
Let's go
Uh uh uh uh, yah
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, yah
Uh uh uh uh uh uh, yo
Peace to make it on the track like, uh