Pornstar Lyrics

Imma turn her

To a star

Fucking her

Like porn star

Swear to god

I am not

Your average fucking rapper

Put it in

" Oh my God "

She turn to a tap-star

Track-star

They calling me a factor

Big dawg

True love

I don't know too much bout it

I stay with my troopers

I know niggas not bout it

You scared boy go to church

Bow your head hallelujah

I use to have some friends

Now they dead

Rest In Peace that mula

I knew shawdy was a throw around

She go around

Two 50 round drums

That's a big boy hunnid round

She crying

Bitch don't make a sound

you was mine

Bitch you would've held me down

I ain't lying

I'm the realest up in my town

Keep trying

Fuck nigga can't put me down

Mhm mhm

Paranoia ain't on my side

Mhm mhm

My anxiety got my tied

And to my slimes

I need your love and time

She shot my heart but she wasn't no valentine

I got that

You don't want it on my waste-line

Bitch Ion really wanna waste time

My heart in pieces

I just need love and pieces

We clicking bring them pieces

You start we end like thesis

Don't you

Mind me

My paranoia fucking me up

I think it is what it's not

Type shit ah fuck up your thoughts

Baby girl don't mind me

Imma turn her

To a star

Fucking her

Like porn star

Swear to god

I am not

Your average fucking rapper

Put it in

Oh my God

She turn to a tap-star

Track-star

They calling me a factor

Big dawg

True love

I don't know too much bout it

I stay with my troopers

I know niggas not bout it

You scared boy go to church

Bow your head hallelujah

I use to have some friends

Now they dead

Rest In Peace that mula

I knew shawdy was a fucking thottie

I hit it and leave she going run up her bodies

Lil niggas telling

They not really thorough

I swear that I do not be with nobody

Nobody

Nobody

She just running game

She tryn get her somebody

We fucking I'm gripping her throat

She like big 1 4 0

I'm boutta choke

(Clap clap clap clap )

Fuck it I'm making her choke

Dese niggas broke

I'm in a Montclair coat

These Cartier's see what I don't

She wanting all of me

(Hol)

Br br

(Hello)

That's money calling me

I'm allergic to the fake love

Don't bother me

I bought these Cartier's to see

What's hard to see mhm

Loyalty and principles

What's large to me mhm

Imma turn her

To a star

Fucking her

Like porn star

Swear to god

I am not

Your average fucking rapper

Put it in

Oh my God

She turn to a tap-star

Track-star

They calling me a factor

Big dawg

True love

I don't know too much bout it

I stay with my troopers

I know niggas not bout it

You scared boy go to church

Bow your head hallelujah

I use to have some friends

Now they dead

Rest In Peace that mula