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- E.S.G. f/ Devin the Dude, Double D - Superstar Lyrics
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- (*talking*)
- Ah wha-wha-what, I just wanna fuck you ha-ha
- Me and my nigga Devin in the house with my partna, Double D baby ha
- Wha-what it's going down, for the 2 triple O
- Know I'm saying, we some motherfucking superstars bitch
- Super motherfucking stars, say Devin sing it to em huh
- [Hook: Devin the Dude]
- Bitch, we some superstars
- Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
- Still smoking mary jane, in the back of the car
- All these bopping ass bitches wanna know who we are, (are y'all some superstars)
- Bitch, we some superstars
- And we brought our own drank nigga, fuck the bar
- Trying to keep a nigga game, straight up to par
- All these bopping ass bitches wanna know who we are, (are y'all some superstars)
- [Double D]
- It's Double D baby
- I only hang around niggaz, about they G's baby
- That's why some of you niggaz, ain't seen me lately
- Yeah I been known to go exactly where the weed take me, (and that's with me baby)
- [E.S.G.]
- It's E again, baby
- A nigga mashing, for his motherfucking ends baby
- You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
- And I been known to go exactly where the Henn take me, (we in the wind baby)
- [Double D]
- Stressing, don't come near us with that bullshit
- Can't you see, we trying to make this money in the hood bitch
- They call me Mr. Goodrich, cause now I got the hood mix
- How many more bitches, gon be jumping up on our dick
- [E.S.G.]
- Needing bout a hundred Testarostas, Cedric Sosa ain't scared
- Watch the road popped do's, turning niggaz heads
- Leaving hoes scared, we some Wreckshop crooks
- Niggaz 24/7, say Devin sing the hook
- [Hook]
- [E.S.G.]
- So much ice on my arm, feel like I'm frosty on my wrist
- This one star here, that say fucking Eclipse
- I'ma shine regardless, ghetto dreams ghetto schemes
- Pull up on the scene, big cop of codeine
- Six inch screens sticky green, I keep's my endo
- Catch me in your hood, looking good doing a in sto'
- Mashing on the throttle, freestyle out the bottle
- Three G's and paper work, for my Cardier goggles
- Order grass for the shots, I'm in the best clothes
- Niggaz stay thugging, in my wheelie S-go
- I keep my vest close, cause these hoes they blast for real
- Want a crib out the Southside, of the Astros field
- Nigga platinum so real, watch your head bounce back
- Went from Screw tapes, to making motion picture soundtracks
- Man we the shit, you ought to call us X-Lax
- E.S.G. and Double D, so motherfucker respect that we some
- [Hook]
- [Double D]
- We ghetto fabulous, we run hoes in condos
- Them dumb hoes that get to bopping, when we come and do a show
- Pulling up in limos, smoke in a hundred sack of endo
- Niggaz they got they limo, trying to stick it through the window
- All up and in yo, ask no questions for the moment
- E.S.G. and Double D, done came and shit on our opponents
- Now they all up on it, so you can say we on fire
- Wreckshop done came, and took the whole world by surprise
- Independent label, counting money across the table
- Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in Navigators
- These niggaz hate us, cause we gon shine regardless
- Without a major deal, you thought we'd soon depart this
- You niggaz simple minded, and heartless to me
- Better get you some bidness, and let me shine in 2G
- Gripping my apparatus, gaining superstar status
- Niggaz know who the baddest, cause they looking right at us
- [Hook]
- (*talking*)
- Yo E man that show was crunk mayn, (that bitch was off the heezie baby)
- (you heard them hoes are y'all some superstars), man yeah what is it man
- (say fuck that what Devin and the Wreckshop family, ay you need to get in this limo man)
- (ay yo yo E.S.G., hold up baby let me get your autograph right quick baby
- This for my cousin man, watch out man), (yo you know I'm saying
- Ay I like you style kid, you nkow I'm saying
- Y'all Wreckshop boys be coming up wrecking ay yo)
- (get off me dog let me in here, hey baby this Lil' Skeezie baby I'm off the Heezie
- I'm ten years old and I'm thoed, let me ride in the limo mayn
- Ay what's that red stuff in your cup that's Kool-Aid, let me hit that baby)
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