E.S.G. (rapper), Double D, Devin The Dude - Superstar lyrics

Ah wha-wha-what, I just wanna fuck you ha ha
Me and my nigga Devin in
The house with my partna, double D baby ha
Wha-what it's going down, for the 2 triple O
Know I'm saying
We some motherfucking superstars bitch
Super motherfucking stars
Say Devin sing it to em huh

Bitch, we some superstars
Just doing our thang nigga, fuck the laws
Still smoking mary jane
In the back of the car
All these bopping ass bitches wanna
Know who we are (are y'all some superstars)
Bitch, we some superstars
And we brought our own drank nigga
Fuck the bar trying to keep a nigga game
Straight up to par
All these bopping ass bitches wanna
Know who we are (are y'all some superstars)

It's Double D baby
I only hang around niggas
About they G's baby
That's why some of you niggas
Ain't seen me lately
Yeah I been known to go exactly
Where the weed take me
(and that's with me baby)

It's E again, baby a nigga mashing
For his motherfucking ends baby
You see me flossing, in a brand new Benz baby
And I been known to go exactly
Where the Henn take me (we in the wind baby)

Stressing, don't come near us
With that bullshit can't you see
We trying to make this money
In the hood bitch they call me Mr goodrich
Cause now I got the hood mix
How many more bitches
Gon be jumping up on our dick

Needing bout a hundred Testarostas
Cedric Sosa ain't scared
Watch the road popped do's
Turning niggas heads
Leaving hoes scared, we some Wreckshop crooks
Niggas 24 7, say Devin sing the hook

So much ice on my arm
Feel like I'm frosty on my wrist
This one star here, that say fucking Eclipse
I'ma shine regardless
Ghetto dreams ghetto schemes
Pull up on the scene, big cop of codeine
Six inch screens sticky green
I keep's my endo catch me in your hood
Looking good doing a in sto'
Mashing on the throttle
Freestyle out the bottle
Three G's and paper work
For my Cardier goggles
Order grass for the shots
I'm in the best clothes
Niggas stay thugging, in my wheelie S-go
I keep my vest close
Cause these hoes they blast for real
Want a crib out the Southside
Of the Astros field nigga platinum so real
Watch your head bounce back
Went from Screw tapes
To making motion picture soundtracks
Man we the shit, you ought to call us X-Lax
ESG and Double D
So motherfucker respect that we some


We ghetto fabulous, we run hoes in condos
Them dumb hoes that get to bopping
When we come and do a show
Pulling up in limos
Smoke in a hundred sack of endo
Niggas they got they limo
Trying to stick it through the window
All up and in yo
Ask no questions for the moment
ESG and Double D
Done came and shit on our opponents
Now they all up on it
So you can say we on fire
Wreckshop done came
And took the whole world by surprise
Independent label
Counting money across the table
Twenty hoes in my stable, TV's in Navigators
These niggas hate us
Cause we gon shine regardless
Without a major deal
You thought we'd soon depart this
You niggas simple minded, and heartless to me
Better get you some bidness
And let me shine in 2G
Gripping my apparatus
Gaining superstar status
Niggas know who the baddest
Cause they looking right at us

Yo E man that show was crunk mayn
(that bitch was off the heezie baby)
(you heard them hoes are
Y'all some superstars)
Man yeah what is it man
(say fuck that what Devin
And the Wreckshop family
Ay you need to get in this limo man)
(ay yo yo ESG, hold up baby let me get
Your autograph right quick baby
This for my cousin man, watch out man)
(yo you know I'm saying
Ay I like you style kid, you nkow I'm saying
Y'all Wreckshop boys be coming
Up wrecking ay yo)
(get off me dog let me in here
Hey baby this Lil' Skeezie baby
I'm off the Heezie
I'm ten years old and I'm thoed
Let me ride in the limo mayn
Ay what's that red stuff in
Your cup that's Kool-Aid
Let me hit that baby)