
Superstar Ja Rule
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[Chorus]
Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar
Party all through the night just like a rock star
Girl, when we make love it's like a porn star
And whenever I ball, bitch, I'm an all-star
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
[Verse 1]
I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear heavenly Father
God had on no Gucci, guessing cause Devil wears Prada
You know ? don't let my bitch get money
I know you want get it, still you can't take nothing from me
A nigga living comfy, hoes imported from London
Half white, half good loving, ? packages shipped to the Runners
? he be straight from Cuba, life is a mo'fucker
Until you finally fuck her, found out you shouldn'ta trust her
The lifestyle of a hustler, blow money fast, fuck 'em
Throw it up in the air, make it all back before sun up
Every bitch is a come up, no matter who you are
Here's a toast to the trap stars, biatch
[Chorus]
Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar
Party all through the night just like a rock star
Girl, when we make love it's like a porn star
And whenever I ball, bitch, I'm an all-star
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar
Party all through the night just like a rock star
Girl, when we make love it's like a porn star
And whenever I ball, bitch, I'm an all-star
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
[Verse 1]
I'm on my stairway to Heaven, dear heavenly Father
God had on no Gucci, guessing cause Devil wears Prada
You know ? don't let my bitch get money
I know you want get it, still you can't take nothing from me
A nigga living comfy, hoes imported from London
Half white, half good loving, ? packages shipped to the Runners
? he be straight from Cuba, life is a mo'fucker
Until you finally fuck her, found out you shouldn'ta trust her
The lifestyle of a hustler, blow money fast, fuck 'em
Throw it up in the air, make it all back before sun up
Every bitch is a come up, no matter who you are
Here's a toast to the trap stars, biatch
[Chorus]
Here's a toast to living my life like a superstar
Party all through the night just like a rock star
Girl, when we make love it's like a porn star
And whenever I ball, bitch, I'm an all-star
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
I'm a superstar, superstar, superstar
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