Neighborhood Superstar lyrics

f/ Big Tymers



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)



(Chorus) 4x
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