Everybody wants the hero, who wants the man? Who fights his devils and does the best he can Everybody wants a playa, I wanna be friends
Every, wants a superstar Who got cars and ice, walks the ghetto get pussy bar all the girls look think twice Yeah, sista he got money and thangs but is he for you
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Some sistas the balla But mentally can he really play by out the ghetto conversations His oh, so so small
Get the cream, get the Get the cars, he to go far But how far is too far
Come here love, love, let me holla at you 'Cause what you got is more than a dollar or two Soil nigga's game usually I wouldn't do But you my girl and I can that its bothering you
This mother, ah must think he a father to you You got vision but boys blockin' the I know he yo tuition Payin' to get the car
He got juice or is he pulp Heard he be clubs Trickin' 'dubs he got big pub Is it his image or him that you in love
You on some shit but you was never I ain't superficial when rent's due is trip what a do You don't like his the way he looks And you said his breath stinks
But all of that up Doesn't equal a mink Let's who you are You the moon baby so the superstar
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