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stars in the roof of my car - riff raff lyrics

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[chorus: riff raff]
i got stars, i got stars
i got stars in the roof of my car
this ain’t no lexus jaguar
i got stars, i got stars
you see the double ‘r’
this ain’t no lexus jaguar
i got stars in the roof of my car
the roof of my car

[verse 1 riff raff]
here’s the receipt; i paid the price
i can’t afford to buy the hype
i can’t afford to buy it twice
i’m 8 * 0 like jerry rice
my diamonds hit like ‘dolemite.’
i’m turnin’ heads like ‘poltergeist.’
i feel like barbra streissand when i’m singing on the mic
i crack a smile like wanda sykes
i call my chain ‘vanilla ice.’
and when the knight flight, ‘shooting star’ like glen rice
she tried to treat me like her ex
she tried to treat me like ‘who’s next?’
i feel like johnny quest when i throw jewels across my neck
they treat me bad, i might forget
i did it right, so they got left
i’m in the back to get some rest
i feel like kanye west when i’m jumpin’ out the jet
initials in my head rest
[chorus: riff raff]

[verse 2 riff raff]
first of all, who pays the bills?
who opens up new realms with kiwi key and turns the wheel?
i’m not a thief, i sleep with steel
each & every year i make a mill
she told me i was welcome here
my diamonds crystal clear in the rolls royce rear view mirror
i might be ‘closer than appear.’
i can’t let counterfeits get near
if she can’t showcase s*x appeal, i disappear like copperfield
i changed my name like david blaine
i can’t complain on private plane
i guess she has bad aim
her thong is covered in champagne
her thong is covered in pastel pearl
she brought her friends to f*ck me first
she brought her friends to match her purse
she brought her friends to show her worth
she brought her friends to make `em squirt
she brought her friends to show them…

[chorus: riff raff]

[verse 3: mellow racks]
i’m a s*t*a*r, rep that on my face card
toys out front, but this sh*t is not a play yard
c*c*c*cullinan stars in the roof, i’m the truth
talk behind my back, when i’m out front, they cop a deuce
my new suicide doors got they necks in a noose
baby i’m a millionaire, call my bank for the proof
ya*ya*ya*ya*ya
i might f*ck on riff raff in a double ‘r.’
inside candy paint, pretty p*ssy make it rain
i got stars in the ceiling while we riding in a coup
double ‘r’ rich life, broke ni*gas out to loot
want to see a shooting star?
put a window down and shoot
pow*pow*pow
[chorus: riff raff]

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