Superstars Lyrics

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

Know why them niggas is hatin

Cuz when I pull up I don't need identification

Make way for the rockstar

Red carpet next to a pop-star

I'm Obama's momma

I'm all about the cheese and the lasagna

Fuck what they say I run the bay

Brought this bitch all the way to L.A.

C.L.K. no C.L.S.

Some dubz and I'm strapped like a seat-belt bitch

Hatin on me that's female shit

Wrags out my niggas detail shit

Since Tupac who got that west

You ain't gotta ask you know who next

E-Four-O no more no less

I'm tryin to stay humble but these niggas test [and i'm the best]

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

I sweat you on the stress

Economically depressed

Play a boss ?a fossil? make you open up your chest

I'm from the wild-wild-wild-wild-wild-wild west

Drugs, money, murder, sex

Blocks boomin we ?slam coonin? the best

We love to spoil ourself we such a mess

Gotta hit and put it on her arms and necks

Put this in the bra like a text message

Money call, Jupiter ballin

Speakers knockin, truck throbbin

Generals ?cobbles? on Tennessee's seargants

Diamonds glare, females stare

40 you dat dude, ain't no compare

Diamonds glare, females stare

40 you dat dude, ain't no compare

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

H to the double-O throw that D on it

The track ain't hood unless the track got me on it

Yes sir, it's the best of

The new west so you best of ?westa?

The block ?BB eyes? he plottin on a robbery

Cuz i'm about to steal the red beam you got me

Bring the beat back i'm about to heat that

This is just foreplay baby so let me tease that

See I be the hardest regardless

Beats, food, and i'm about to harvest

I goes harder than yall

Stackin up paper higher than Captain Bacard

What you expect from a dego boss

They go dego hard, or put they go on

So next time you mention Hood's name at all

Make sure i'm big dipper hood superstar

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

Diamonds shinin look at my rise

Diamond in the back chandelier inside

Too much floss, gotta play the cards

To make it as the boss

So as I walk in front and spy

Everything stops, the parking lot pops

Mouthes just drop, i am but you're not

They comin in flocks

If some not got yeah I know you spyin

Hatin on the shine, I must still got it

I take me trips out to Covo

?Feel it? on the beach, vanilla colored Diablo

Cuz I'm a superstar, a super-duper-star

When my car pull up to the front of the party

They be like there go Young Gotti

I see they runnin up but they don’t really want it with me [they don’t really want it with me (2x)]

I run the baddest hit my status they know we be [they know we be, they know we be (2x)]

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

We some superstars (3x)

They know we be

They cameras goin off

Your bucket rollin off

My Bentley rollin in

They say I'm showin off

Man I'm just showin up

Them dueces twirlin round

?Nigga? dipped in butter

It keeps your girl around

You see this Gucci belt

?C-Cuggi? hug my waist

Might fit it on ?promel?

?Come rileys? hug my face

Each day as I appear

Them girl won't leave me alone

This week is Halle Berry

Next week is me alone

by Jon Bednarsky