Starstruck (Remix)
By Wiz Khalifa
2021
4:35
Official Music Video
Starstruck (Remix) by Wiz Khalifa
Lyrics & Translation
English
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 due to land
And get home in the daytime, wake up by 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 their face up in my business getting 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 chiefin bring at least an 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 private calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked-up wilding
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 just like Spaulding, rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they call me, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill
And Chevy eyes cogged like Jalil
Ill is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the wall all through the vent
Still got time to blow
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Starstruck (Remix) by Wiz Khalifa
Starstruck (Remix)* (original Wiz Khalifa)
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 due to land
And get home in the daytime, wake up by 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 their face up in my business getting 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 chiefin bring at least an 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 private calls
Dog I met her at the club, we was fucked-up wilding
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 just like Spaulding, rolling
They say I'm the bomb and they call me, atomic
Hotter than New Orleans, or a geoge foreman grill
And Chevy eyes cogged like Jalil
Ill is what I go so I need sudafed,
Big dog nigga all ya'll poodle fed
Money in the wall all through the vent
Still got time to blow
Starstruck (Remix) (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Este es tu chico Wiz Khalifa, hombre
Y voy a soltar mi mierda, sí, perra
Espero que todos ustedes, niggas, ya estén acostumbrados a escuchar mi voz
Y si no, acostúmbrense
Me desperté de un sueño californiano otra vez
Al lado de la hija de alguien a quien probablemente nunca volveré a ver
¿Tú la llamas una groupie puta?
Pregúntame, yo digo que es una fan
Pasando todas sus horas pensando en lo que va a hacer y cuándo
Yo ando en ese 747 volando frecuentemente
Tú recibes toda la prensa y tratas de ver cuándo voy a aterrizar
Y llego a casa de día, me despierto por la tarde
Tratando de terminar de vivir este sueño, así que me quedo durmiendo
Y me preguntan si estoy solo
No estoy solo mientras mi dinero esté bien porque ella es mi única
Los críticos meten sus narices en mis asuntos
Pero yo solo estoy aquí dándolo todo por cualquiera que me conozca
No, no estoy en mi posición poniéndome cómodo
Bebiendo mucho y si estás fumando trae al menos una onza
Siempre tengo respaldo, en caso de que te me acerques
Él va a hacer de pastor, hará que un nigga sea santo
Me llaman el Don 501
Señor Sabe que lleva un par de 501 puestos
Mi marihuana es fuerte y estas putas no son nada más que llamadas privadas
Perro, la conocí en el club, estábamos jodidamente descontrolados
Llegamos a mi casa, ambos estábamos borrachos, conduciendo
Ahora estás con tonterías, diciendo que eres mi perra principal
Haznos un favor a los dos, no me envíes mensajes, no me llames, cariño
Fui hecho para jugar como Spaulding, rodando
Dicen que soy la bomba y me llaman, atómico
Más caliente que Nueva Orleans, o una parrilla George Foreman
Y ojos de Chevy engranados como Jalil
Enfermo es como me pongo así que necesito Sudafed,
Gran perro, nigga, todos ustedes alimentados con caniche
Dinero en la pared por toda la ventilación
Todavía tengo tiempo para gastar
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