Who You Are (Superstar)

歌詞

Calling my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras, and you still alone My phone is always on I'm only yours, I'm always yours Aye, whoa, whoa, look These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fucking with a nigga, let her take it too far You the one that they got up on they 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 Yo' 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 talking shit in your ear, you showing off in the mirror I match your sex drive, I'm teaching you how to steer I put you in every gear, yeah I ask her do she love it She say, "Daddy, hell yeah" She deserve a tail number and a Telfar You don't need a man, you need a man as your 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 nigga fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it, aye Tesla truck, picking it up Dickin' her down, liftin' her up She drop it again, it's a deluxe She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick Fuck around and have a superstar kid, aye Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are Fucking with a nigga, let her take it too far You the one that they got up on they 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 come back for it Who gon' hold that ass down and make her want to 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 hating ass bitches, hope they take it personal And you know the hate last as long as the workflow Pisces, Scorpio, water signs, 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 Oh, ah, you don't ever happen to people like me You could be anywhere, but you're where you wanna be, yeah Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing And I'd buy you this whole fucking world 'Cause you love me for me, yeah, yeah These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar You know who you was, I know who you are You the one that they got up on they mood board You know who you was, I know who you are I know who you are I know who you are Calling my number one Front row at your audience All these cameras, and you still alone My phone is always on I'm only yours, I'm always yours