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(Wheezy outta here) Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Stickin' to the models, yeah Drinkin' out the bottle, yeah What have you done to deserve this? You gon' have to keep a gun if it's dirty Spend a mansion on a car and park it in the slum Got diamonds on me, got a Glock, holdin' thirty drum We buss a check up down the middlе, now it's figures I packed the hood out on thе jet when I first came up Money brought pain before the fame, I was painless Shit ain't the same, you get more money, it get more dangerous It could be a motive when you litty and you famous Fuck on her few times, 'til it feel like she a stranger Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Letras de cancionesEverybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Abu Dhabi trips with a US broad Back to back Lamb's, need an extra garage Lamborghini keys, touch screen when it start Smokin' on exotic, you can smell when it tar Blicky, blicky, put it extendo on the FN with me Let me spray it in the air, now it's sticky, sticky We just came up from the dead, now I'm the shit-shit, yeah Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch I just brought it to the spot, it changed the climate I got bitches in the back and on the side of me He didn't bring me all my racks so now he gotta leave I just wanna smoke him 'cause he shot at me Cash out in the mall, it's worth a quarter key Bread gang so we get a lot of keys Prayin' to the God and my rosary Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, might not see tomorrow Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, fuck fancy broads Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars From Letras Mania