Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neighborhood Superstar, artist - Hot Boys. Date of issue: 07.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neighborhood Superstar |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |