Lyrics to Imma Star by Ice Berg

Hey!(hey)...hey!(hey)...hey!(hey)
Hold up!

Verse 1:
I'm setting up some action on the iPhone
She a headache to her man but yeah she my shone
Ima ride this bitch until the tires gone
And have that bitch screaming like a new Plies song
Hey, I'm no longer banned out of take one
my lil homie on them zans and me I stay blunted
oh shit Berg back f-cking with them beans
when that n-gga sticken you might see em riding through the beans
n-gga i'm in the same section as the killers is
You play with me you might just get your whole banana split
And i ain't gotta get dirty n-gga you got a price n-gga
My outfit worth more than your life n-gga

Hook:
Imma star make a wish
Nine times i could ten i could take ya bitch
A n-gga full I'm bout to take a shit
All you haters get you cameras out and take a pic
Light show my ice bright as hell
i got a watch but the time i can barely tell
Imma star n-gga make a wish
nine times out of ten i could take you bitch

Verse 2:
just do your homework
and ask about me fool
and they'll tell you how these young n-ggas round me goon
And go ask them bitches how we do em
I dribble for a lil bit than pass em ...alley hoop
Fast lane I'm getting brain in a Audi coupe
holding the 30 thousand dollars watch out the roof
living life that's what the f-ck is called
and i ain't caring bout what them haters say n-gga f-ck em all
They come too close they better duck and dodge
These rounds that i'm sending man this ruger aint' f-cking off
Steady thuggin like i'm above the law a couple jews or retainers so i'm guarantee the charge
or I might go and grab the stick and hit up your block
just to make sure my damn aim is up to par
last year they said i was suppose to get indicted
but instead i'm getting head on a f-cking island

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