Neighborhood Superstar Lyrics - 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 

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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 

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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) 

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