Lyrics Neighborhood Superstar - Hot Boy$ feat. Big Tymers
Talking
(Juvenile):
Suga
Slim
Million
Dollar
spot
Verse
1:
Juvenile
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
(Chorus)
2x
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
(Chorus)
2x
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)
(Chorus)
4x
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