Lirik Lagu Neighborhood Superstar - Hot Boys F/ Big Tymers
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Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play itTanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it735's I drive fits ta match, when I pastBitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire17 inch momos black magic on his tiresCrushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phonesAnd concerts in the SuperdomeNow I can pump my Beamer and play the NavigatorSport tailor made outfits with matchin alligatorsVisa gold, bank account on swoleGot my million dollar destiny under controlMillions a fantasy, Juvenile's realityBitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salaryYou want business with meBoss playa ya have to beI'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after meI got a gold and crome BerettaI got a 1997 Mercedes compressorAnd I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurtNigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2xAll kinds of carsNeighborhood superstarFeared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstarRidin' in these pretty carsUptown niggas livin' like movie starsFlyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmieAnd transportin' coke back and forth to my cityTakin' flightsBe in Las Vegas over nightChillin' with Lo JackSippin' on cognacGoin' to casinosGamblin' with the young ninosLoosin' 20 Gs worth of C notesNigga I sold dope all my lifeTurned a hundred Gs into two million over nightI guess cuz I'm richThese hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitchThats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shitBut I'm a starBitch you can keep that garGive me the money and a brand new carLivin' in eastover dealin' big balla partiesInvitin' all the fuckin' female rooversRidin' in lambruginisBeaches hoes and bikinisMe and Fresh tag teamin'Ridin' in convertible land rooversHoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of goldsNigga baallin' out of control
(Chorus) 2x
Verse 3: Mannie Fresh
I come with TVs and VCRs in the carsAnd I pack a big dick down in tha drawsI'm a neighborhood peppa boyPlatinum steppa boyRolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boyYoung GRidin' in a hum vBroads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see20 inch rims, on Yokahama slimsCheck the neck for the diamonds and the gemsDon't nobody got mo ends than meDon't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like meI got a house in cali and a ranch in texas17 inches on a brand new lexusPicture project hoes dancin' on marble floorsKissin' one nigga from his head to his toesWho you wanna be like manny or mikeHow you gone shine dark or brightCuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expeditionWhen I pass I make'em stop look and listenFor tryin' ta follow tha big body empalaDon't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kindaNigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind yaI'm only 14 I'm a big tymerI'm sittin' on crome all week shinerMy golds hang lowCrystal on the floI'ma flexTwenty thousand dollar rolexI got my name on a street up in every cityAnd look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit meLook I'm feared by many loved by broadsI'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)
(Chorus) 4x
Verse 1: Juvenile
Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play itTanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it735's I drive fits ta match, when I pastBitches ask, "Who the fuck was that?"Girl thats Juvenile you don't know'em he on fire17 inch momos black magic on his tiresCrushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phonesAnd concerts in the SuperdomeNow I can pump my Beamer and play the NavigatorSport tailor made outfits with matchin alligatorsVisa gold, bank account on swoleGot my million dollar destiny under controlMillions a fantasy, Juvenile's realityBitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salaryYou want business with meBoss playa ya have to beI'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after meI got a gold and crome BerettaI got a 1997 Mercedes compressorAnd I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurtNigga set for life nigga puttin' in work
(Chorus) 2xAll kinds of carsNeighborhood superstarFeared by many and loved by broads
Verse 2: Baby
Neighborhood superstarRidin' in these pretty carsUptown niggas livin' like movie starsFlyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmieAnd transportin' coke back and forth to my cityTakin' flightsBe in Las Vegas over nightChillin' with Lo JackSippin' on cognacGoin' to casinosGamblin' with the young ninosLoosin' 20 Gs worth of C notesNigga I sold dope all my lifeTurned a hundred Gs into two million over nightI guess cuz I'm richThese hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitchThats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shitBut I'm a starBitch you can keep that garGive me the money and a brand new carLivin' in eastover dealin' big balla partiesInvitin' all the fuckin' female rooversRidin' in lambruginisBeaches hoes and bikinisMe and Fresh tag teamin'Ridin' in convertible land rooversHoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of goldsNigga baallin' out of control
(Chorus) 2x
Verse 3: Mannie Fresh
I come with TVs and VCRs in the carsAnd I pack a big dick down in tha drawsI'm a neighborhood peppa boyPlatinum steppa boyRolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boyYoung GRidin' in a hum vBroads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see20 inch rims, on Yokahama slimsCheck the neck for the diamonds and the gemsDon't nobody got mo ends than meDon't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like meI got a house in cali and a ranch in texas17 inches on a brand new lexusPicture project hoes dancin' on marble floorsKissin' one nigga from his head to his toesWho you wanna be like manny or mikeHow you gone shine dark or brightCuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expeditionWhen I pass I make'em stop look and listenFor tryin' ta follow tha big body empalaDon't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla
verse 4: Lil Wayne
Now tell me what kindaNigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind yaI'm only 14 I'm a big tymerI'm sittin' on crome all week shinerMy golds hang lowCrystal on the floI'ma flexTwenty thousand dollar rolexI got my name on a street up in every cityAnd look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit meLook I'm feared by many loved by broadsI'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)
(Chorus) 4x
