CLXUDA - TRACKSTAR Lyrics

Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Dam I got the bitches on my line
And they always want my time
Dam her cuteness is a crime
She a ten like a dime
Then she wanna come over to slide
Then I told her hop in my whip cuz we going for a ride
Get the bag and I get it
And I told him is he with it
Then he got pressed
Cuz he missing like Simmons
Sorry not sorry
Cuz u fucking switching now you pay lil bitch
Fuck with me I pull up with the fucking loaded stick
Why these bitches walk n talk
And act the fucking same
Got them switching up on me when I figure out the game
Then I got niggas thinking I did this for the fame
Bitch I do this till I die we are not the fucking same (yuh)
She said I'm the stupid one
Baby you should have some fun
Don't you be a party bum
Gotta learn to live it up
Cuz we only going up
Don't give it a flying fuck
Put em middle fingers up
Cuz we only living once
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza

Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Dam I got the bitches on my line
And they always want my time
Dam her cuteness is a crime
She a ten like a dime
Then she wanna come over to slide
Then I told her hop in my whip cuz we going for a ride
Get the bag and I get it
And I told him is he with it
Then he got pressed
Cuz he missing like Simmons
Sorry not sorry
Cuz u fucking switching now you pay lil bitch
Fuck with me I pull up with the fucking loaded stick
Why these bitches walk n talk
And act the fucking same
Got them switching up on me when I figure out the game
Then I got niggas thinking I did this for the fame
Bitch I do this till I die we are not the fucking same (yuh)
She said I'm the stupid one
Baby you should have some fun
Don't you be a party bum
Gotta learn to live it up
Cuz we only going up
Don't give it a flying fuck
Put em middle fingers up
Cuz we only living once
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza
Bitch I'm running shit like a Track Star
Got me living fast like a Nascar
Party hard like a rock star
Feeling drippy in my Prada
Running up on me that's a nana
Smoke you like a Zaza