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Wiz Khalifa

Superstar

 

Superstar

(álbum: Deal Or No Deal - 2009)


Yeah
Ladies and gentlemen
I'd like to welcome y'all to the life of a star
Yeah, a superstar that is and that's me
Young Wizzle man

Lil nigga, big money, big dreams (big dreams)
Tall nigga, small nigga, big team (big team)
Small tee, 501 fit jeans (fit jeans)
Some say my life can't be all that it seems (it seems)
Big things (Big things)
Big hoes wanna go back to my spot, they say how my shit gleams (shit gleams)
Remember when I was a little nigga, 15 (15)
It's funny how I've grown, yeah, my money kinda long (kinda long)
And your girl know the words to every song (song song)
Cause I'm a star (I'm a star I'm a star)
Different week, ain't no telling where we are (where we are)
You look up, I might be gone, yeah
The man pose to get that cash in cash in
Moving, I see through them lights flashing flashing
And no need to even ask it (no no)
Fuck the world, live everyday like it's your last (last), yeah (yeah)

No matter where you go (go), they know who you are (are are are)
Run up screaming cause they know (know) you're a superstar (star star star star star)
You're a superstar (star star star star star)
You're a superstar (star star star)
Yeah

Got bright brown heart, got paper
Got in the game and got more haters (more haters)
My whole swag got grown, got Taylored
Hop on a plane and talk to y'all later (yeah)
It's good weed ma', that blunt's not flavored
My whole gang, Gucci frame, Chuck Taylor's (Chuck Taylor's)
We ball hard like the majors (majors majors)
Prolly cause we major (major major)
You gon have to front page 'em
Wild, like a loose animal they wan' cage 'em (cage 'em cage 'em)
Now I amaze 'em
Every time I enter a front center stage 'em (stage 'em stage 'em)
Blame the nigga that pays 'em
Riding with a bitch, body on her that's Cajun
Couple hundred dollars on these Ed Hardy frames, believe me
My future so bright, I need these
Excuse me

No matter where you go (go), they know who you are (are are are)
Run up screaming cause they know (know) you're a superstar (star star star star star)
You're a superstar (star star star star star)
You're a superstar (star star star)

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