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SuperStar (Intro Cypher)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
SuperStar (Intro Cypher) was released on May 4, 2020 by 2019100 Records DK as a part of the album Rona Raps Ep 1
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Release DateMay 4, 2020
Label2019100 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bergen Salle
Bergen Salle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bergen Salle
Bergen Salle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
GloBeats
GloBeats
Producer

Lyrics

Welcome, welcome
Welcome to Romin Raps
After this, bad bitch I'ma bone her
No cap, Berg's back
Versatile like a snapback
Bitch
I'ma introduce who I am
Saving shit like you need to kill a lamb
To understand just who I am
Save yourself from the mayhem
Now do you understand the type of man
Who's got the mic so sit back
Relax, it's a part of the plan
D to the E to the R to the G-Y
B-E-R-G, what have you heard of the
Everyday smoking trees
Only slide if there'll be Henny-B
And I'll take every bottle from the same place my weed be
Top shelf, don't worry, I'ma further introduce myself
Just a kid from the middle getting wealth
Name ain't Malcolm but the middle child card I was dealt
In middle school I was saving for designer belts
Spitting super hot fire
But the ice on my neck saved me so I didn't melt
Never felt bad for making jokes about a clown that
Did my own thing, not big into fads, my bad
Used to have the bod of a dad
What you want me say about that, oh crap
Getting gold since a youngin from the fam
Everybody's Jewish cousin had the mentality of hustling
Don't remember school bussing but remember after school tussling
From the West End, shawty hit the Southside just to seek mouth
Open while I talk about a blessing, shawty got anointing
Hit it so good she almost cried
Don't need to reply with the same
Line of the rapper that's most divine
But good dick could do that, thought you already knew that
When you spit you be highing on the most fine
White boy curly hair shit
Didn't come from the bottom, didn't have to move a brick
Put the kid from the burb with the carts 'cause I'm moving shit quick
Flipped the box, brought a Q, what you want the boy to do
Everyday getting loot
If I'm gonna hit, turn to a beast from the zoo
Scratch that like I'm cute, GQ
Fresh, know I'm dressed the best
You might wanna second guess if you're tryna press
'Cause I'm coming full court and at your neck with no regrets
Only thing I do is eat, sleep, playboy breasts and sign checks
Repeat everyday, such a blessing
Wanna check out the West Wing
I'ma spend my advance on some best fits, real things
Spend away on the rings and bling
Just a white kid from NC, not the Queens
But I spend a lot of time in between
If my parents weren't on my case, I'd be serving fiends
Knowing when to keep it in my pants, I ain't Sheen
Went down south to try some new things
Jet skis that I hella skied, my bad, that was me
Team No Sleep and the best besides me
Got some new shells on my feet, too clean
Now my cypher complete
Three stripes
Shell colors
Superstar, I'm a superstar
You already know what I'm on
Bergy Berg
Written by: Bergen Salle
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