Melly Mell Tha Mobsta - Superstar (feat. Hitta 3xs)

I’m from the hood bitch I ain’t a superstar
I’ll fuck a superstar treat her like pornstars
Having money talk at the seminar
I got titties in my palms I got gualla in my palms
She my cheerleader girl grab ya pom poms
And we smoking bom bom boy I’m talking Swanton
Ima drop a bitch if she can’t follow guidelines
Na I’m if it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout the check then that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no gualla that’s some blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Oh this broke tell her bye bye bye bye
All up in my face wit that rah rah rah
And I’m like bitch hell na na na na
I’m a stoner smoking ouu la la la la
I’m a star so she showing me her ta ta ta’s
Laughing at you hating niggaz ha ha ha ha
Pussy wet then I jump in that aqua qua qua
They wanna catch me slippin and put me on worldstar
Rapstar used to be trappin up outta grandmas
Got a pornstar scratching my back wit them bear claws
Feeling Tupac in this bitch cause I’m a outlaw
I’m from the hood bitch I ain’t a superstar
I’ll fuck a superstar treat her like pornstars
Having money talk at the seminar
I got titties in my palms I got gualla in my palms
She my cheerleader girl grab ya pom poms
And we smoking bom bom boy I’m talking Swanton
Ima drop a bitch if she can’t follow guidelines
Na I’m if it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout the check then that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no gualla that’s some blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah
I got a hood bitch but she a superstar Smokin caviar
Goin stupid hard
Sellin 2 for 4’s and them 4 for 2’s
You don’t want no loot nigga fuk is wrong wit you
I showed you what to do or maybe I’m wasting my time
But look at them forming a line
From putin the game in a rhyme
I’m chasing my dream wit a drive
Facing my demons alive
Fuck it still I rise
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You ain’t talkin bout no paper then it’s blah blah blah
Tryna buy these nice things for my ma ma ma
Taught me how to raise a queen lil ma ma ma
Niggas say we taking L’s I’m like ha ha ha
I’m from the hood bitch I ain’t a superstar
I’ll fuck a superstar treat her like pornstars
Having money talk at the seminar
I got titties in my palms I got gualla in my palms
She my cheerleader girl grab ya pom poms
And we smoking bom bom boy I’m talking Swanton
Ima drop a bitch if she can’t follow guidelines
Na I’m if it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no paypa that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout the check then that’s some blah blah blah
If it ain’t bout no gualla that’s some blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah

Written by:
Brandon Johnson, Melvin Wallace III

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