SUPERSTAR (feat. BIGBABYGUCCI)
(Cyanide)
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
Aye, Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
Gotta keep one in here
Pussy n been make me mad lately
My bitch got that fire
Yo hoe feel like she got sandpaper
Get- gettin' this shit myself
I can't even hold no hands lately
You ain't hold no bands lately
Yo bitch is a big fan lately
And that molly came in so tan lately
That money came in I'm a band maker
I got a big drum yea I'm a band player
Lil' shawty suck me like a now-and-later
Them n ain't get no kinda paper
Talk shit but he scared
He kinda a hater
Take risks yea we time takers
Aye don't look I blind baby
Hol' up you fine baby
But it ain't cross my mind lately
I'm cool my mind crazy
Pop booze but I still ain't lazy
Been on my grind lately (Aye aye)
It's coming all kinds lately
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
I'm a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Aye, I kill her pussy, set up the funeral
Put on all black then I don't attend it
I Keep a Glock, it's my protected amendment
I need a house not a pendent
Baby we been independent
We can go rounds just let me replenish
Fuck all my haters I know they offended
I speak with my bars let it send you a message
Hey, spazz, spazz
She give me some throat
Like she Ash Kaashh
Throat goat she go down
Face rojo oh no, oh no, oh no
I'm numero uno
I'm focused on finding myself
One thing is for certain
The music, my health
You can say what you want about me
But you can't say I gave up (Punch me in)
I worked on myself and I came up
I dismissed the comments and
Rumors they made up
If you fold because of some words
What the fuck is you made of? (What the fuck is you)
You built like bitch that's fosho
You probably not gettin' no hoes
You probably just sitting inside of the crib
On the net on your keyboard but say you on go (What the fuck?)
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
Aye, Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
Gotta keep one in here
Pussy n been make me mad lately
My bitch got that fire
Yo hoe feel like she got sandpaper
Get- gettin' this shit myself
Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
Aye, Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
Gotta keep one in here
Pussy n been make me mad lately
My bitch got that fire
Yo hoe feel like she got sandpaper
Get- gettin' this shit myself
I can't even hold no hands lately
You ain't hold no bands lately
Yo bitch is a big fan lately
And that molly came in so tan lately
That money came in I'm a band maker
I got a big drum yea I'm a band player
Lil' shawty suck me like a now-and-later
Them n ain't get no kinda paper
Talk shit but he scared
He kinda a hater
Take risks yea we time takers
Aye don't look I blind baby
Hol' up you fine baby
But it ain't cross my mind lately
I'm cool my mind crazy
Pop booze but I still ain't lazy
Been on my grind lately (Aye aye)
It's coming all kinds lately
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
I'm a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Aye, I kill her pussy, set up the funeral
Put on all black then I don't attend it
I Keep a Glock, it's my protected amendment
I need a house not a pendent
Baby we been independent
We can go rounds just let me replenish
Fuck all my haters I know they offended
I speak with my bars let it send you a message
Hey, spazz, spazz
She give me some throat
Like she Ash Kaashh
Throat goat she go down
Face rojo oh no, oh no, oh no
I'm numero uno
I'm focused on finding myself
One thing is for certain
The music, my health
You can say what you want about me
But you can't say I gave up (Punch me in)
I worked on myself and I came up
I dismissed the comments and
Rumors they made up
If you fold because of some words
What the fuck is you made of? (What the fuck is you)
You built like bitch that's fosho
You probably not gettin' no hoes
You probably just sitting inside of the crib
On the net on your keyboard but say you on go (What the fuck?)
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
How you feeling?
I'm just in my bag I need my millions
Im a superstar, not a civilian
Good vibrations its that good vibe that I Reel in
Don't know what you was told
Made from the fire, you can't tell me shit
I can't expire, I pumping out these hits
I hate me a liar, you acting like a kid
This music bring me higher
Give me flair like my name is Rick
Aye, Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
Gotta keep one in here
Pussy n been make me mad lately
My bitch got that fire
Yo hoe feel like she got sandpaper
Get- gettin' this shit myself
Pullin' off in a cat
N started we was drag racin'
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Michael Samperio, Elijah Dowell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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