Lyrics:
superstar (you'll be my boo)
Superstar, baby, I'm your number one fan by far
Superstar (one, two, three, four)
Baby boy, listen to me now (so what's
looks like a fool
" but you're a superstar
That's how I want to see my superstars i
Don't want to see my superstars regular
I keep saying this: I went
That you're talking about?
The one that you claim as a hip-hop artist
But won't do the research on hip-hop history
Or the one where you disrespect,
you're too much
Say your hardcore always chewing on nuts yeah they're right girl I guess you're too much
Get drunk with me hand cuff my feet tear my
candles, you're a superstar
Oh shit, here we are, champagne, caviar
Poke your lips out, blow them candles, you're a superstar
Happy birthday, happy
love this girl
She's a superstar
You can change the world
You're a superstar
(Okay, here we go. First two.)
Yo, I got a lyrical shot aimed
She's a superstar
You can't change the world
You're a superstar
(Okay, here we go. Verse two.)
Yo, I got a lyrical shot aimed at the T. Dot
Telling me
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
Honey evil laugh oh
Lcve is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my rcligion's you
When Pontius comes to kill
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
destroy her inner treasure, her life, her core.
Why should I complain ? It’s only a whore !
You’re shocked by these words ? Why you feel so here, and there
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
the radio.
I HOLD MY BREATH as we veer to the left.
I feel the seat belt cutting into my chest.
Guess, if youre gonna be cut, best be cut by the best.
You
started!
Now all my niggas stay dirty dirty, buss rounds by the thirty thirty
Frontin' niggas y'all don't say a wordy wordy
I'm tired of y'all niggas
representin' with the LPs
Well if you're not kickin' styles like WildChild
Then you're not representin' with the LPs
But if you're not supportin' hardcore hip
representin' with the LPs
Well if you're not kickin' styles like WildChild
Then you're not representin' with the LPs
But if you're not supportin' hardcore hip
hot lips (oh)
Crave a kiss (oh)
Grab by the hips
I don't wanna miss
Piece of pound cake
Icing on the cake
Cherry on top
Serve on my face
So hardcore
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
by my side
Cuz' you got me so high
And I need to feel more
In the middle of the night
When you're so hardcore
You're the reason why
You're the reason
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do,
artist to superstars we become
So we glow
And live up to the dream as we zone
It's the moment y'all been waiting for ain't it?
Ain't it?
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