Lyrics:
Gyal, don't play hard, I know you wanna go yard with me
She act like she never knew I'm a superstar
Ask your girls they know who we are
Shit we
on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius
Cease roll the hashes
and the Range
My niggas up to par, drop-top Jaguars
Lock on you when you step in the car
Lock-whole you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status
Now this is what I'm talking about baby
[Repeat: x2]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
fit to fight
Me fit to fight
Me fit to fight for your love
Baby Aisha,Micasa You're my superstar Baby sucasa
Micasa sucasa
Baby Aisha,MicasaYou're my
field
Nigga platinum so real, watch your head bounce back
Went from Screw tapes, to making motion picture soundtracks
Man we the shit, you ought to call
field
Nigga platinum so real, watch your head bounce back
Went from Screw tapes, to making motion picture soundtracks
Man we the shit, you ought to call
are"
She said, "'Cause he made you perfect, bcbe"
"So hold your head up, girl
And you'll go far! Listen to me when I say"!
Hands up
Lets go! I'm
the chit-chat, bag back or Mortal Kombat
Enter mindset - of where I wanna be
Trust me I dig the struggle what's the fun in living comfortably
Your girl in
Now this is what I'm talking about baby
[Repeat 2X]
And this is for the weed heads and this is for the weedheads
Get a bag of dope
with T
Got a show I figured
I'm a superstar catch me out in
My metal baby riding round with no
Chase the case, that's a bag that's a check
Wrist clean,
joint
Every album since then always been on point
(Thank you) videos and big shows is hardcore
So why you think your albums haven't sold more?
Well
layer, motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if
I'm the last one you don't wanna shit on
Walk in the room you can tell by the atmosphere
I'm a superstar when I first took a step in
She say trippin'
times
Breathe
That's beautiful
Ronnz from Berlin and shit, hardcore cat
Blaze your weed to this
This is dedicated to my homeboy Walter Jefferson
and I like it hardcore
Pack your bags honey you should back off
They keep saying they know me well
That I’m their homie hell no
Got few friends that I
the harp
His knowledge name is Greek 'cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon, bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought
crosses over, still
Fillin' your head with fantasies, come with me
Show the sacrifice it takes to make the G's
You want to be a rock superstar in
me)
I might end up at your
House and I'm reclinin’ (Reclinin’)
I scored a big bag and we spent that up
You so in love, I thought you had enough
I popped
on the Banjee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), 'cause it might be
One day chaita bag one day chaita mari like Masiwa and gonn get my respect
One day chaita cash one day chaita cash like Ginimbi so the haters gonna
bad news, baring they souls through rhyming blues
Hardcore! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel
Smell
powered, what's the discrepancy coward?
Dunk on your head, like Juan Howard
[Chorus: x2]
So why you wanna be so quiet?
Did the angels get to you too?
You know we always misunderstand them.
We always do.
Now I just wanna be by your
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