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Young Stoner Life & Young Thug - Superstar (feat. Future) [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Thug
Young Thug
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer
A.'Bainz' Bains
A.'Bainz' Bains
Mixing Engineer
Angad Bains
Angad Bains
Recording Engineer
Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Recording Engineer

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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 thе middle, nine figures I packed thе hood out on the 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 Fucked on her a few times 'til it feel like she a stranger Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Everybody wanna be a superstar Get a lot of money, drive fancy cars Abu Dhabi trip 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 her head, now it's sticky, sticky We just came up from the dead now I'm shittin' shittin', yeah Rose gold diamonds in my mouth when I smile, bitch I just walked into the spot and 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 in 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
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Dwan Lecurtis Avery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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