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    +4
    I'm tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
    P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
    Milli point 2 just to hurt you, ah
    All red lamb just to tease you, ah
    None of these toys on lease too, ah
    Made your whole year in a week too, yah
    Main bitch out of your league too, ah
    Side bitch out of your league too, ah

    House so empty need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face, man
    I love my baby
    You talking money need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me I don't see the shade
    Switch up my style I take any lane
    I switch up my cup I kill any pain

    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you've done!
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you've done!
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

    Every day a nigga try to test me, ah
    Every day a nigga try to end me, ah
    Pull off in that roadster sv, ah
    Pockets over weight gettin hefty, ah
    Coming for the king that's a far cry I
    I come alive in the fall time I
    No competition I don't really listen
    I'm in the blue mulsanne bumping New Edition

    House so empty need a centerpiece
    Twenty racks a table cut from ebony
    Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
    Then she clean it with her face, man
    I love my baby
    You talking money need a hearing aid
    You talking bout me I don't see the shade
    Switch up my style I take any lane
    I switch up my cup I kill any pain

    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you've done!
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    Look what you've done!
    (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
    I'm a mother fuckin' Starboy

    Let a nigga Brad Pitt legend of the fall
    Took the year like a bandit
    Bought momma a crib and a brand new wagon
    Now she hit the grocery shop lookin lavish
    Star Trek groove in that Wrath of Khan
    Girls get loose when they hear the song
    Hundred on the dash get me close to God
    We don't pray for love we just pray for cars

    House so empty need a center
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