King Combs – Starboy Remix Lyrics

(Verse 1 – King Combs)
Black coupes when I’m backing out
Girls shouting out, I’m the man that they asking bout
And when you see me, know I’m in the latest
Prolly with your favourite
Count chips, Shawn be the greatest
I’m a star, know you get the memo
Yelling money in a thing out the Limo
Hot boy, rock ice and cut toys
I be in Carribean, pretty ladies in the man
I know you love when you see me, start hating
It’s like a dream when I pull up in that
Break bread with my team and I’m not faking
Good things you never seen, win by any means
And I ball like J. ya, swish I don’t miss
And with me you can have it all, show you how
Check the catalog, spend a hundred on my wrist
With a snow bunny, when I’m running in the 6
She says she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
She felt some friends, that’s bad, and they ready to go
And my main chick stay way outta your league
Side chick, be the one, you be dressing in me
Cause I’m really major without a major
Like I’m car-casion, Invasion, they wonder where I’m staying
I’m smooth like The Rock boy, but I’m a bad boy
Twenty years from now we’ll still be on top, I’m a Starboy

(Chorus: The Weekend)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 2 – The Weekend)
I’m tryna put you in the worst mood, ah
P1 cleaner than your church shoes, ah
Milli point two 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 bi**h out your league too, ah
Side bi**h out of your league too, ah

(Pre Chorus – The Weekend)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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

(Chorus – The Weekend)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 3 – The Weekend)
Every day a ni**a try to test me, ah
Every day a ni**a try to end me, ah
Pull off in that Roadster SV, ah
Pockets overweight, getting hefty, ah
Coming for the king, that’s a far cry, ah
I come alive in the fall time, I
No competition, I don’t really listen
I’m in the blue Mulsanne bumping New Edition

(Pre Chorus – The Weekend)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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

(Chorus – The Weekend)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

(Verse 3 – The Weekend)
Let a ni**a brag Pitt
Legend of the fall took the year like a bandit
Bought mama a crib and a brand new wagon
Now she hit the grocery shop looking lavish
Star Trek roof in that Wraith of Khan
Girls get loose when they hear this song
100 on the dash get me close to God
We don’t pray for love, we just pray for cars

(Pre Chorus – The Weekend)
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 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

(Chorus – The Weekend)
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy
Look what you’ve done
I’m a motherf**king starboy

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