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lirik lagu juarense - superstar

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you n-ggas make me f-cking spastic, elastic
like i’m sitting here tripping out on acid
at last b-tch, ya boy ale makes a cl-ssic, har-ssing
little p-ssy n-ggas wearing chapstick, it’s slapstick
i’m a god, run amuck, in the mall spend it all i don’t give a little f-ck
superstar what my goal, pay the toll
on a roll, sold my soul, now we chilling super bowl
i don’t know where to go, little b-tch listen up
i just made 14 beats suck me up
tell this b-tch at the bank to load it up
cruise around sioux falls middle finger up
they say i’m obnoxious as f-ck
i, i tell them to suck my left nut
suck the right one too before i do bust
all you n-ggas do is huff on my dust
y’all are dust to me, full of glutton eating luscious treats in tuscany
suddenly, i subtly merk you n-ggas sullenly
puppetry behind the scenes, i am what i want to be
reluctantly smoking weed with strong pungency
i lunch at 3 then lunge at the baddest b-tch around f-ck with me
fire lyrics come to me abundantly
time to switch it up, the jig is up i’m inching up
to the starting line and like chicken pox i’m itching up
a plan to takeover, this is the makeover
i want an i8, range rover, and drink no hangover
rap till my throat hurts, girl looking bad in a choker
she wants me to choke her, forget about the time i was broker
i want the fame, the money, the hoes, the fans
i want to be so famous n-ggas know my plans
so famous that n-ggas photograph me at every chance
so f-cking famous i can travel to france
and people know me and b-tches want to blow me
and some random kid in iowa looks up to me hoping
to get to where i’m at someday, stoked and provoking
his destiny to happen just as i do, sitting here stroking
i want to cop my parents the house of their dreams
i want to cop my siblings all that they need
i want to give them like 5 million each
i want my parents to do as they please
i want to roll around sufu in a lambo for fun
i want to live with the white people where you don’t need a gun
i want to just chill at home rolling a blunt
i want to eat so much p-ssy that it rots out my gums
and then i, and then i make beats
not a gang banger but i do run all these streets
i wanna have the freshest pair of nikes on feet
i want to chill at walmart and people come greet
to take a picture, their fixture next to their living room scriptures
i’m sitting there pictured chilling back with no f-cking stricture
sell out shows and everyone there is lit
hopefully the only rap show where no one gets hit
outsell these pop singers r-t-rded as sh-t
i want to have bands of cash on me ready to shift
i wanna drive some foreign sh-t requiring me to learn stick
i wanna have all i done spit, also 400 hits
tired of splitting the check, superstar sh-t my neck
my girl is riding till death and my diamonds are wet
superstar what my goal, pay the toll
on a roll, sold my soul, now we chilling super bowl
yeah b-tch
yeah b-tch

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