The Weeknd - Starboy Lyrics

The Weeknd - Starboy Lyrics
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The Weeknd - Starboy Lyrics : 


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, yeah 
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 up 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 getting hefty, ah 
Coming for the king that's a far cry 
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 up 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' Starboy 
Let a nigga Brad 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 groove in that Wraith of Khan 
Girls get loose when they hear this 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 centerpiece 
Twenty racks a table cut from ebony 
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces 
Then she clean up with her face Man I love my baby

 You talking money need a hearing aid 
You talking bout me I don't see your 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 motherfuckin' Starboy 
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 motherfuckin' Starboy 
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 motherfuckin' Starboy 
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 motherfuckin' Starboy

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