Detox Icunt - Starf**er lyrics

[Intro: Vicky Vox] This is Vicky Vox, goddammit! *Willam laughs* You shut that up! [Verse 1: Willam] I see you hanging 'round like you want a piece Holdin' up your phone: selling pics to TMZ I don't know you but you know me Come party VIP style! Go ahead and make a wish, I'm a shooting star Get into all this shape, can you find my lipo scars Come follow me, we'll get the car All my STDs a-are filed [Pre-Chorus 1: Willam] You'd better never let me catch you coming after my money I will drop you on your a** so fast But you can come at me with paparazzi clicking and flashing Action, flaunt it, honey [Chorus: Willam] Turn the lights out, I'll light up the room for ya Treat me right now and I'll do what I do for ya Don't need to trick me, boy, I'm not a f**ing s**er But you can be my starf**er... [Spoken Interlude: Detox] I want you to speak slowly, clearly, and concisely.. How old are you?! Now, you were incarcerated for a period of time, yes? I want you to answer my question When did you go to jail? You're fibbing! You're fibbing! You can't dance fast enough for me! [Verse 2: Willam] Upholstery's real clean, let's try to make it dirty Hurry up now, boo, it's already midnight-thirty So wrap it up I got a premiere It's your privilege just to be here [Pre-Chorus 2: Willam] Long hair, red bottoms, yeah, you want 'em, and you know that I got 'em I will punch you square right in your face Move over, Britney, I got baby-daddies up in my pocket, clock it God, I'm awesome [Chorus: Willam] Turn the lights out, I'll light up the room for ya Treat me right now and I'll do what I do for ya Don't need to trick me, boy, I'm not a f**ing s**er But you can be my starf**er... [Spoken Interlude: Vicky Vox] Aww yeah, it's the thickness Vicky Vox! I got some- Oh, no I don't..? This isn't me? Oh.. That's cool.. [Verse 3: Detox Ic*nt] Shoot my bu*t up with silicone Make you wanna save my number up in your phone I am the only everything, sit down and relax And see if you can s** me with my tits on your backs (Uh huh) Y'all know that I couldn't give a sh** And this song ain't gonna be a hit Don't know why this clit trying to make me spit And let get up on that motherf**ing mic a lil' bit.. Panty sniffer, hungry tucker, tranny chaser, filthy liar Lip tickler, a** kisser, titty sticker, bad tipper Get your a** here and let me eat your babies I'll be your nickle penny straight up out the 80s Don't be asking for my digits, I won't say it again Your fifteen minutes are up, mine are about to begin Less heart, more liver try and f**ing flow You a starf**er, Boo, and you gots to go What! [Chorus: Willam] Turn the lights out, I'll light up the room for ya (D: The lights..) Treat me right now and I'll do what I do for ya Don't need to trick me, boy, I'm not a f**ing s**er (V: Why am I here???) But you can be my starf**er Turn the lights out, I'll light up the room for ya Treat me right now and I'll do what I do for ya (D: Outrageous!) Don't need to trick me, boy, I'm not a f**ing s**er But you can be my starf**er [Outro: Willam] You- you- you can be my star- You- y-y-y-you can be my s- You can be my s- You- you- you- you- you- you- you- you- you can be my starf**er