Wiz Khalifa – Starstruck (Instrumental)
Lyrics: This your boy Wiz Khalifa man And I’m a talk my shit, yeah, bitch I hope ya’ll niggas is used to hearing my voice by now, And if not, get used to it I woke up from a California dream again, Next to someone’s daughter who I’ll probably never meet again You call her a groupie hoe? Ask me I say she a fan Spending all her hours thinking bout what she gonna do and when I be on that 747 flying frequent shit You get all the press and try to check for when I’m quedelent And get home in the daytime, way about the PM Tryin’ to finish living out this dream so I be sleeping in And they ask me if I’m lonely I ain’t ‘long as my money good cause she my one and only Critics got they face up in my business gettin nosy But I’m just out here putting on for anyone who knows me No, I ain’t in my position getting comfy Drinking big and if you chief then bring atleast oz I stay with me some backup, in case you run up on me He gonna play the pastor, make a nigga holy They call me the 501 Don Mr. know he got a pair of 501’s on My marijuana strong and these hoes ain’t shit but probably calls Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked up wildin Made it to my crib we was both drunk, driving Now you on some lame shit, claiming you’re my main bitch Do us both a fav, don’t text, don’t call me, darling I was made to ball it’s like Spaulding, rollins They say I’m the bomb and they call Wiz, atomic Hotter than New Orleans, or George Forman Real, and Chevy eyes cocked like Jalil I’ll is what I go so …
