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Текст песни Hot Boys - Neighborhood Superstar

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Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot Verse 1: JuvenileWodie 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 past Bitches 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 me Boss 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 broadsVerse 2: BabyNeighborhood superstarRidin` in these pretty carsUptown niggas livin` like movie starsFlyin` ta tennessee chillin` with lil jimmieAnd transportin` coke back and forth to my cityTakin` flights Be 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) 2xVerse 3: Mannie FreshI 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 hollaverse 4: Lil WayneNow 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

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