Flo Rida, Lil Wayne - American Superstar lyrics

Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana.U.S.

[Flo Rida, Lil Wayne - American Superstar lyrics]

Look at me, bitch, look at me, bitch
Look at me, bitch, I'm an American superstar

I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hop up out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
Got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hop up out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures

Heavy metal for them boys
Plenty petals for them gals
Got an appetite for destruction
You can call me Axl
Ask me bout what a nigga done done
Ask me bout what a nigga do well
Ask me bout where them bricks come from
That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell
I don't want nothing to do wit that there
If it's a lick then I'm bringing them shells
Only position for me is a player
That's rite player
Better get it right player
Might have to be an emergency
Lucky for you I'm up blowing my trees
Calming my nerves, no regular weed
Or somebody's shorty wit me, on her knees
I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy
Flo Rida hotter
Come test me get that revolver
Ya messy just like a mobster
My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed
Deserve choppers
Get served like Jimmy Hoffa
American show stopper

I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
Got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hop up out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures, like
Look at me bitch, look at me bitch

(Young Mula, baby)
I got money on money on money on money
On top of more money
On top of my shit like flies
Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes
Bumpin' down Ocean Drive
Jumpin out that Maybach with a bitch
Went back to tease them thighs
She gotta tattoo on her booty and it said 305
DJ Khaled say it's a movie now
Don't forget your lines
'Cause you don't want me to edit
Before we roll them credit's
Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic
I'm fucking like a rabbit, smoking on lettuce
Whatever I want I get it
I meant it if I said
And I say I keep a pump
And I ain't talking unleaded
If you want it come get it
Cause boy I'm ready i get that fast 'fetti
They should call me Tom Petty
Got two bitches, one peanut butter one jelly
I'm an American gangsta
Already and I'm an American superstar

I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hop up out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
And roses for the bitches
Hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
Got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hop up out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I got guns for the snitches
Roses for the bitches hopping out the whip
Paparazzi taking pictures
I'm an American superstar, yeah
I'm an American superstar, yeah
I'm an American superstar, yeah
Baby, I'm an American superstar, haha

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