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lirik lagu neighborhood superstar – hot boy$

f/ big tymers

talking (juvenile): suga slim million dollar spot

verse 1: juvenile

wodie ask them motherf-ckers how the cmb play it
tanqueray and alize it, take the llello and weigh it
735’s i drive fits ta match, when i past
b-tches ask, “who the f-ck was that?”
girl that’s juvenile you don’t know’em he on fire
17 inch momos black magic on his tires
crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones
and concerts in the superdome
now i can pump my beamer and play the navigator
sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators
visa gold, bank account on swole
got my million dollar destiny under control
millions a fantasy, juvenile’s reality
b-tch i write my own checks b-tch i pay my own salary
you want business with me
boss playa ya have to be
i’ma million dollar n-gg- these bithces run after me
i got a gold and crome beretta
i got a 1997 mercedes compressor
and i can bet a – hundred g’s and my pockets won’t hurt
n-gg- set for life n-gg- puttin’ in work

(chorus) 2x
all kinds of cars
neighborhood superstar
feared by many and loved by broads

verse 2: baby

neighborhood superstar
ridin’ in these pretty cars
uptown n-gg-s livin’ like movie stars
flyin’ ta tennessee chillin’ with lil jimmie
and transportin’ c-ke back and forth to my city
takin’ flights
be in las vegas over night
chillin’ with lo jack
sippin’ on cognac
goin’ to casinos
gamblin’ with the young ninos
loosin’ 20 gs worth of c notes
n-gg- i sold dope all my life
turned a hundred gs into two million over night
i guess cuz i’m rich
these hoes say i’m a stuntin’ b-tch
that’s why i look at all these hoes like the aint sh-t
but i’m a star
b-tch you can keep that gar
give me the money and a brand new car
livin’ in eastover dealin’ big balla parties
invitin’ all the f-ckin’ female roovers
ridin’ in lambruginis
beaches hoes and bikinis
me and fresh tag teamin’
ridin’ in convertible land roovers
hoes be sweatin’ cuz of the mouth full of golds
n-gg- baallin’ out of control

(chorus) 2x

verse 3: mannie fresh

i come with tvs and vcrs in the cars
and i pack a big d-ck down in tha draws
i’m a neighborhood peppa boy
platinum steppa boy
rolls royce of my choice not a reppa boy
young g
ridin’ in a hum v
broads tellin’ b-tches tellin’ hoes come see
20 inch rims, on yokahama slims
check the neck for the diamonds and the gems
don’t n-body got mo ends than me
don’t n-body drive a f-ckin’ benz like me
i got a house in cali and a ranch in texas
17 inches on a brand new lexus
picture project hoes dancin’ on marble floors
kissin’ one n-gg- from his head to his toes
who you wanna be like manny or mike
how you gone shine dark or bright
cuz these hoes be wishin’ to ride in a 97 expedition
when i p-ss i make’em stop look and listen
for tryin’ ta follow tha big body empala
don’t love’em don’t need’em b-tch sorry can’t holla

verse 4: lil wayne

now tell me what kinda
n-gg- got diamonds that’ll -bling- blind ya
i’m only 14 i’m a big tymer
i’m sittin’ on crome all week shiner
my golds hang low
crystal on the flo
i’ma flex
twenty thousand dollar rolex
i got my name on a street up in every city
and look everywhere i be i got a mirror wit me
look i’m feared by many loved by broads
i’m livin’ marvelous i’ma superstar (superstar)

(chorus) 4x

- hot boy

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