🎵 Five Star // by Lil Shine

13 Contributors Five Star Lyrics [Chorus] Come down Friday, I wanna see what this about, huh (Yeah) Five-star hotel, I wanna kiss all on yo' mouth, huh (Yeah) Might pop my shit when I fuck yo' bitch, I don't need no clout, huh (Yeah) Slide down Monday, sun goes down, wanna take you out Oh yeah, wanna see where this goes, no, I can't live without (Know what's up) Hit the cup, where the fuck my Tris? Now, it's a drought, okay Hey, I'm in the town, wanna take you out, make this shit count [Verse 1] I'm with a real one, countin' those up Countin' these bands, cup, one cup love Yeah, I gave her all this love (Yeah) (Big drank, bitch) [Refrain] How could you take his side, side? [Verse 2] I might pack and take my shit when it goes south (Oh yeah) She wanna pull up, black truck, now we poppin' out (Yeah) Take my shit from the hotel, she wanna come right to my house, huh I wanna see you, I just hope she'll see me back Call just to pull up, I'll slide just to hold you I'd cry just to know that you cared, yeah Just like mom said, its all 'bout the mindset I try, but you holdin' me back (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] Come down Friday, I wanna see what this about, huh (Yeah) Five-star hotel, I wanna kiss all on yo' mouth, huh (Yeah) Might pop my shit when I fuck yo' bitch, I don't need no clout, huh (Yeah) Slide down Monday, sun goes down, wanna take you out Oh yeah, wanna see where this goes, no, I can't live without (Know what's up) Hit the cup, where the fuck my Tris? Now, it's a drought, okay Hey, I'm in the town, wanna take you out, make this shit count [Refrain] How could you take his side, side? [Verse 3] I'm in that Lamb' now, we in that Phant' now Fuck with that Fanta, huh She don't got no manners, I bring the fan out, we in Havana, yeah Yeah, my cup so red, bitch, look like Santa Might go to hell, yeah, know I'm a sinner I pour that ho and I made it for dinner I scored a pint, now I feel like a winner Cannot stop now, just started, huh Perc' ten, feelin' retarded, huh Shit was done before it started Yeah, put that shit in the past Been sippin' on glass Hi-Tech, Wockhardt to the stash I got a hundred bands in the tuck Now, on my side, just pulled the cash My phone, my phone, my phone And it stop ringin' Yeah, police callin', yeah, stay callin' Oh, they hate me so much, but I stay ballin' Feel like we in college