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Giggs Ft Dave East – Starlets Lyrics

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Starlets Lyrics by Giggs Ft Dave East

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Guarantee you ain’t met a nigga like me
Everything in check feel like a Nike
A lot of niggas don’t like me
I got the season and I kept it spicy
Used to deal fishes like a Pisces
Neck and wrist frozen like a icy
Patek on me now, but I remember thinking brightly
All up in the air, I’m about to bite it like I’m Tyson
The way I came up, I was triflin’
Street fighting like I was in Bison
I got more nervous when niggas start gettin’ indicted
Pablo and Giggs, Harlem to London, I bet you they want it
Take me out my clothes ma, I got thе hood on my stomach
Throwing gang signs, but nominated for some Grammys
Pistol and my bitch to crib, my name was Tammy
Art Basеl all in my living room, ain’t do Miami
Telling her what I like and got nothing to do with Sammy
If I hit it right, I guarantee you she gon’ stamp me
Postal, international this vibe is global
Tell me what you want from me, I feel like Ma$e and Total
Giggs my brother in private ain’t got to make it social
Most these niggas only want pictures so they can post you

[Chorus]
Smoking in my garden, Dave East
They know we up in Harlem
And if I put a work in I, pray
Broken a commandment
They know we gon’ protect shit, straight
They know we gonna guard it
And if it wasn’t harbour, harbour
I’m throwing them in starlets

[Verse 2: Giggs]
I wear my watch on right
I can make the cooler niggas drop in by night
Standing in the corner nigga
Can’t even afford to let them cross a man’s sight
I just made a order and she’s on the next flight
Don’t worry what I bought her nigga
Man forget the mortgage nigga, I’mma just buy
Even if it doesn’t happen, I’mma just try
Listen
Just sent a couple teasers, I flew her in
And put her in the Regis
You wouldn’t have believed it, she’s dirty
We’ve got a good agreement
And niggas out her growing up, they call me Gandalf
They know how we’re going out, it’s a stand-off (it’s a stand-off)
Yeah, the love is endless, it’s Luther Vandross
Keep your hands off

[Chorus]
Smoking in my garden, Dave East
They know we up in Harlem
And if I put a work in I, pray
Broken a commandment
They know we gon’ protect shit, straight
They know we gonna guard it
And if it wasn’t harbour, harbour
I’m throwing them in starlets
[Outro: Dave East]
JFK to Heathrow
Commercial or it’s private
I’m the hottest on the East Coast
Drill be looking like the ski slopes on a speedboat
Brief low, it’s gas in here
Mami shakin’ ass, we laughin’ a lot of cash in her
Giggs that’s my bro’ from the mud
Cameras flashin’ when they catch us in the club, it’s all love my nigga
I’m on the way to London my nigga
Make sure you get me right
I need, I need some Nando’s or something, you know what I mean?
Oh five, five piece chicken wing
Something like
Harlem, Peckham, Giggs my nigga



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