Birdman & Lil Wayne – Neighborhood Superstars Lyrics

Birdman & Lil Wayne – Neighborhood Superstars Lyrics
Neighborhood Superstars
Birdman & Lil Wayne
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    "Neighborhood Superstars." - Birdman & Lil Wayne

    Album: Like Father, Like Son (Deluxe Edition)
    Track No: 23
    Yeah, ****
    It's that Big Tymer, neighborhood superstars, how you love that?
    Feel me? Get it how you live, ****, that's where we stand
    With the money in the hand, homie
    You might saw somethin' you never seen before fuckin' with the Birdman, ****
    We got it in the wall and the safe, ****
    Old heads, you know what I'm sayin', ****?
    Yeah, you might catch me walkin' with my D's on
    Dickied down with my motherfuckin' B's on
    I'm pitchin' to catch, and **** gettin' they hustle on
    We got them birds flyin' all day around, home
    We keep a gun tucked, watchin' for them people, homie
    I'm tryna get this money, rollin' with the lil' homies
    Ain't give a damn, ****, the way I got it, homie
    They came from nothin', but Jeezy kept it cockin' on 'em
    We got the brown and white, ****, movin' Uptown
    We got them pills and them pounds, movin' Uptown
    We keep 'em guns tucked, ****, rollin' Uptown
    A lil' homie got burnt, left him back a town
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    I'm on this acre, ****, blowin' out the pound, homie
    I'm lookin' out this window, I'm with my round, homie
    Ain't thinkin' about how we did it Uptown, homie
    And how we put it down, and held my own ground, homie
    And I could bring back to 1994
    When Sam Skully and Moe was makin' all the dough
    When OG's put it down for lil', fo' sho'
    And that's the pattern we follow 'cause that's all we know
    And never let a **** come through and get dough
    If he ain't scorin' for my homie 'round the way we know
    And that's just his luck, and you know what we trust
    And the guns we bust, ****, that's just us
    I'm on this motherfuckin' island with this Persian rug
    I got the Benz, Bentley coupe, ****, that's us
    I'm on the duck, ****
    I got twenty-eight more cars, ****, 'cause I don't give a motherfuck
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    I'm on a yacht, ****, feelin' so hood rich
    I'm so fly, ****, rollin' with a bad bitch
    And got this money on my mind, got to have it
    And all the time I'm on the grind, I'ma grab it
    I'm still grindin', it's a motherfuckin' habit
    And Rufus gotta have a brand new Caddy
    And Weezy want it, so the lil' **** can have it
    The lil' homie Jack rollin' in the cabbage
    I been doin' this, you heard me, lil' daddy?
    Puttin' it down on valleys and the alley
    Me and Squeaker in a old-school, daddy
    And gettin' money, we real ****, and stashin' it
    We got birds up here, ****, ten a lick
    You can't get one, gotta get at least six
    The whole shit, the whole flock, ****
    The whole town puttin' it down, ****, how we did it, bitch
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    We neighborhood stars, ****, and we G'd up
    We got the Dickies with the bird, light the weed up
    We big timin' for life, the street need us
    We got 'em ten a piece, ****, that's feed up
    We get money, ****
    We on the ground
    And it's the muscle ****, shine, you heard me?
    Yeah, **** I'm sittin' back
    Watchin' about 48 TVs
    And all these mothe'fucke's lookin' like me, you heard me?
    That's what's up, lil' ****
    Get this paper, boy
    If not, you shouldn't even be fuckin' with it, won

    Writer(s): B. Williams, D. Carter & T-Mix.

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