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Callin' my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras and you still alone My phone is always on I'm always on, I'm always on (I'll be your groupie, baby) Aye, woah, woah, look These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far You the one that they got up on mood board When I flick you from the back, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Aye, I know who you are I know who you are Your face buried in silk I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still I'm talkin' shit in your ear, you showin' off in the mirror I match your sex drive, I'm teachin' you how to steer I put you in every gear, yeah I ask her do she love it, she said, "Daddy, hell yeah" She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real) You don't need a man, you need a manager, hold up You don't need a man, you need a cameraman I'm not that nigga that you call that's never answering These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it Aye, Tesla truck, pickin' it up Dickin' her down, liftin' her down She drop it again, it's deluxe She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick Fuck around and have a superstar kid Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far You the one that they got up on mood board When I flick you from the back, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Aye, I know who you are I know who you are All she need's a platform All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her Soon as she leave the house, make her back for her Who gon' hold that ass down and make her wanna clap for it Clap for it, and you the best at it Sold out shows jumpin' like a pep rally Girl, you poppin', I'ma fuck you at the Met Gala We made a mess at it, aye And fuck these hatin' ass bitches, hope they take it personal And you know they hate as long as the work flow Pieces, Scorpio, waters, I surf those Pussy fire, I might have to go no shirt mode And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know You a superstar, just never go commercial Right stroke, left stroke, that's the best stroke Death stroke, tongue all down your throat You don't ever happen to people like me You can be anywhere but you where you wanna be, yeah Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing I'd buy you this fuckin' world 'Cause you love me for me Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are I had to do it Straight, straight up You know who you was, I know who you are I know who you are I know who you are Callin' my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras and you still alone My phone is always on I'm always yours, I'm always yours
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