SUPER STAR! Lyrics

Fuck these niggas, they be hatin' they talkin' that shit, they get put in a mother fuckin' ditch

We keep some mops when clear that shit up, but you better not, cause you be testin' your luck

I got barettas , they stay with attachments, yes, it's Lil Drippy I stay in designer the fashion

I got a watch on my wrist and you know that, dat bitch is glistenin' (glistening glistening)

Been wantin' the finer things but I got to do everything I could (everything I could)

Been wantin' a car when the suicide doors on it

And I got me a bad one, I'm tryna do everything I could with her,

Yeah, I started from the bottom, been steppin' gon they necks

Feel like I'm spottem I gottem, better give me a respect

Dang fuck these niggas, they be talkin' that shit (cheyahhhh)

They get motherfuckin' hit, yeah you is a bitch

She be all on the stick, uh, she be suckin' it up

She not a stripper, but she been on my pole

If you knew what it was, you wouldn't want it, making it wet just like a puddle, bend that ass over

makin' it fat, I'm makin' it clap

I know what she like, and I know what she like, and I know what she like

And I been on that, and I been on that, and I been on that, and I been on that

And she like when I beat in her coochie up, I be touchin' her soul

Hit from the back, it come out of my mouth (uh huh)

How she want be my spouse, she look like Mickey Mouse

Brodie said after he fucked, then he kickin' her out

Then he kickin' her out, then I'm rolling it up shit be hot and it's fire like a drought,

Man I cook this shit up in the Stu

Cookin' up fire, that's how I spark my wood

Hold on, lame niggas a lie, I'm misunderstood

Fake bitch, don't cry, hop off my wood

Hold on, all these niggas could die, I don't give no fuck

No, not one

Cookin' up fire, that'a how i spark my wood

Hold on, lame niggas a lie, I'm misunderstood

Yeah, I know I'm a superstar

Yeah, I want all the fast cars

Yeah, I want all designer things

Yeah, I want all the finer bling

Uh, wanted baguettes all on my neck

Uh, count up checks

Yeah, I'm runnin' it up

And she fuckin' it up

And I'm fuckin her guts up

When im all in her guts, I'm beatin' it up

No, she splashin

Fuck these niggas, they be hatin' they talkin' that shit they get put in a mother fuckin' ditch

We keep some mops so we can clean that shit up, but you better not

Cause you be testin' your luck

I got barrettas, they stay with attachments

Yes, it's Lil Drippy I stay designer the fashion

I got a watch on my wrist

And you know that, dat bitch is glistenin'

Been wantin' the finer things

But I gotta do everything I could

Been wantin' a car while the suicide doors on it

Yeah and I got me a bad one

I'm tryna do everything I could wit her

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I be that nigga

Fuck ya niggas

Bitch, I be that nigga