Euro5tar - 1964
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{Intro: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
{Asian?} boy, DJ Kaytoven, man
I need all the Switzerland bitches to turn up for my nigga Euro5tar, swag
{Chorus: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
Bitch!
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Shoutout my nigga Euro5tar, man-- ah)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh (It's really that time, nigga, 5-Star General in this bitch, nigga)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Fuck what these nigga's talkin' 'bout, man)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Shut that shit, the fuck up, c'mon)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-- (You are listening to 1C radio)
{Verse: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
(?...) I shouldn't baby
Really, really shouldn't baby
I was so delusional, because I thought you wouldn't baby
I was so delusional, but got it from the floor
I was so delusional, in 1964, ayy, yeah (1964)
1968, you got work
{politic, cool of you?}, in 1968
All these bitches wanna fuck me, me? I'm tryna date
I just met this new girl, I don't think that she it
I don't feel, it's a fee- (Bitch!)
(?...) I feel (?...), ayy
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
They be rocking thousand dollar shoes-
I look better in some fakes
I look better than the
{24th?}, never (?...) hoes
I got shooters, they my felon- It's some really (?...) hoes
I got shooters, they my felony- Pop the pill, go (?...)
White boy, Euro, in the trap, fuck her, in the neck
{Chorus: Euro5tar}
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, really I-
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I can no-
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
{Verse: Euro5tar}
(?...) I shouldn't baby
Really, really shouldn't baby
I was so delusional, because I thought you wouldn't baby
I was so delusional, but got it from the floor
I was so delusional, in 1964, ayy, yeah (1964)
1968, you got work
{politic, cool of you?}, in 1968
All these bitches wanna fuck me, me? I'm tryna date
I just met this new girl, I don't think that she it
(Ah, shit, here we go again)
{Intro: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
{Asian?} boy, DJ Kaytoven, man
I need all the Switzerland bitches to turn up for my nigga Euro5tar, swag
{Chorus: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
Bitch!
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Shoutout my nigga Euro5tar, man-- ah)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh (It's really that time, nigga, 5-Star General in this bitch, nigga)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Fuck what these nigga's talkin' 'bout, man)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Shut that shit, the fuck up, c'mon)
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-- (You are listening to 1C radio)
{Verse: Euro5tar & Tenkay}
(?...) I shouldn't baby
Really, really shouldn't baby
I was so delusional, because I thought you wouldn't baby
I was so delusional, but got it from the floor
I was so delusional, in 1964, ayy, yeah (1964)
1968, you got work
{politic, cool of you?}, in 1968
All these bitches wanna fuck me, me? I'm tryna date
I just met this new girl, I don't think that she it
I don't feel, it's a fee- (Bitch!)
(?...) I feel (?...), ayy
I be chilling, talkin' to my homie, smokin' (?...)
All these bitches wanna fuck, ayy, Me? I'm tryna date
They be rocking thousand dollar shoes-
I look better in some fakes
I look better than the
{24th?}, never (?...) hoes
I got shooters, they my felon- It's some really (?...) hoes
I got shooters, they my felony- Pop the pill, go (?...)
White boy, Euro, in the trap, fuck her, in the neck
{Chorus: Euro5tar}
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, really I-
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I can no-
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
{Verse: Euro5tar}
(?...) I shouldn't baby
Really, really shouldn't baby
I was so delusional, because I thought you wouldn't baby
I was so delusional, but got it from the floor
I was so delusional, in 1964, ayy, yeah (1964)
1968, you got work
{politic, cool of you?}, in 1968
All these bitches wanna fuck me, me? I'm tryna date
I just met this new girl, I don't think that she it
(Ah, shit, here we go again)