Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics

Neighborhood Superstar lyrics

Talking (Juvenile): Suga Slim Million Dollar spot

  

 Verse 1: Juvenile

 

 Wodie ask them motherfuckers how the CMB play it

 Tanqueray and Alize it, take the llello and weigh it

 735'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 fire

 17 inch momos black magic on his tires

 Crushed out stoned, plushed out homes, cellular phones

 And concerts in the Superdome

 Now I can pump my Beamer and play the Navigator

 Sport tailor made outfits with matchin alligators

 Visa gold, bank account on swole

 Got my million dollar destiny under control

 Millions a fantasy, Juvenile's reality

 Bitch I write my own checks bitch I pay my own salary

 You want business with me 

 Boss playa ya have to be

 I'ma million dollar nigga these bithces run after me

 I got a gold and crome Beretta

 I got a 1997 Mercedes compressor

 And I can bet a - hundred G's and my pockets won't hurt

 Nigga set for life nigga puttin' in work

 

 (Chorus) 2x

 All kinds of cars

 Neighborhood superstar

 Feared by many and loved by broads

 

 Verse 2: Baby

 

 Neighborhood superstar

 Ridin' in these pretty cars

 Uptown niggas livin' like movie stars

 Flyin' ta tennessee chillin' with lil jimmie

 And transportin' coke back and forth to my city

 Takin' flights 

 Be in Las Vegas over night

 Chillin' with Lo Jack

 Sippin' on cognac

 Goin' to casinos

 Gamblin' with the young ninos

 Loosin' 20 Gs worth of C notes

 Nigga I sold dope all my life

 Turned a hundred Gs into two million over night

 I guess cuz I'm rich

 These hoes say I'm a stuntin' bitch

 Thats why I look at all these hoes like the aint shit

 But I'm a star

 Bitch you can keep that gar

 Give me the money and a brand new car

 Livin' in eastover dealin' big balla parties

 Invitin' all the fuckin' female roovers

 Ridin' in lambruginis

 Beaches hoes and bikinis

 Me and Fresh tag teamin'

 Ridin' in convertible land roovers

 Hoes be sweatin' cuz of the mouth full of golds

 Nigga baallin' out of control

 

 (Chorus) 2x

 

 Verse 3: Mannie Fresh

 

 I come with TVs and VCRs in the cars

 And I pack a big dick down in tha draws

 I'm a neighborhood peppa boy

 Platinum steppa boy

 Rolls Royce of my choice not a reppa boy

 Young G

 Ridin' in a hum v

 Broads tellin' bitches tellin' hoes come see

 20 inch rims, on Yokahama slims

 Check the neck for the diamonds and the gems

 Don't nobody got mo ends than me

 Don't nobody drive a fuckin' benz like me

 I got a house in cali and a ranch in texas

 17 inches on a brand new lexus

 Picture project hoes dancin' on marble floors

 Kissin' one nigga from his head to his toes

 Who you wanna be like manny or mike

 How you gone shine dark or bright

 Cuz these hoes be wishin' to ride in a 97 expedition

 When I pass I make'em stop look and listen

 For tryin' ta follow tha big body empala

 Don't love'em don't need'em bitch sorry can't holla

 

 verse 4: Lil Wayne

 

 Now tell me what kinda

 Nigga got diamonds that'll *bling* blind ya

 I'm only 14 I'm a big tymer

 I'm sittin' on crome all week shiner

 My golds hang low

 Crystal on the flo

 I'ma flex

 Twenty thousand dollar rolex

 I got my name on a street up in every city

 And look everywhere I be I got a mirror wit me

 Look I'm feared by many loved by broads

 I'm livin' marvelous I'ma superstar (superstar)

 

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