​superstar* lyrics

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22december


[Refrain: nhelson]
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, we too greedy
Said she want a superstar, we next up, take it easy, yeah
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar, we party like the eighties

[Verse 1: nhelson]
I was like "God damn, how she move it like that?"
Show me how to vibe, we can groove it like that
Liquor in her cup, I don't need her like that
I don't want to talk, can we keep it like that?
Another 4 more shots, damn, she got me in my feeling
I be posted with my brothers, and we higher than the ceiling
Every time I make a song, all the people, they be stealing
And my shooters on the way, point at them, they do the killing, yeah
Run up, you might catch a high tech
Messing with my dawgs, watch out, they might bite back
She got pretty eyes staring at my blue check
She got pretty thighs, all up on me, what's next?
Swerving in the foreign at the parking, doing donuts
Mac 11 red beam smoke them just like two blunts
Pull up to the scene give them fade, they got a haircut
Your girl wilding out, swear that she a queen
She on something, so, I...

[Refrain: nhelson]
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, we too greedy
Said she want a superstar, we next up, take it easy, yeah
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar, we party like the eighties

[Verse 2: 22december!]
Said she want a superstar, I'm 'bout to pull up
I grab that b*tch, and throw it down, I'm 'bout to make her my sl*t
I'm counting hundreds, no fifties
Your b*tch gon' show me her titties
I'm going cities to cities
And I'm like, "damn"
Why the AR got to go and jam?
When I send a couple shots, you know I'm aiming at your mans
I be getting hella plays, that's why I know your b*tch a fan
She gon' hit me she like, "baby how you doing?" On the gram
Ay, "I'm doing great"
Really can not complain
Invite her over to the crib, and now she giving me brain
I'm 'bout to talk a little sh*t
Because these other rappers so lame
Because they were bumping my music, now they yelling my name
I'm counting racks everyday
b*tch, I just get to the fame
'Bout to be a superstar , 'cause that's the future that I claim
And if you run up on me you gon' end up dead, this ain't a game
Because no one gets between me and my bread
Ay, ay
[Refrain: nhelson]
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, we too greedy
Said she want a superstar, we next up, take it easy, yeah
Pop a bottle, disappear, Houdini
Baby want my jacket, I won't text her, but she needy
Me and 22 counting hundreds, ain't no fifties
Said she want a superstar, we party like the eighties
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