Everybody wants the hero, who wants the man? Who fights his devils and does the best he can Everybody wants a playa, I just wanna be
Every, everybody a superstar Who got and ice, walks into the ghetto get pussy bar Makes all the girls think twice Yeah, sista he got money and thangs but is he for you
He's a post brotha with money in his pocket He got everything a girl could want, think he don't post brotha with money in his pocket He got everything a girl could want, think he don't
Some sistas want the 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 you got is worth more than a dollar or two Soil another nigga's game I wouldn't do But you my girl and I can tell that its you
This mother, ah must think that he a to you You got vision but boys blockin' the I he payin' yo tuition Payin' to get the car
He got juice or is he fiction Heard he be clubs 'dubs like 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 rent's due is trip what a chick do You don't like his the way he looks And you said that his breath
But all of that up Doesn't equal a mink Let's who you are You the moon so fuck the superstar
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