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Rated R Superstar Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Hoho!
Length: 1:55
Written by: Hodari Thomas




Big Hoho! - Rated R Superstar Lyrics




Bouta break my arm for some percs
Pulled up in a civic
Ready to do work
Don't know who up innit
My money is extensive
I'm running for my fitness
While you run like a chicken
With no head, no bread
Spirits broke i can see
Like my presidents dead
Down bad, follow me
Told her push me to the Edge
Ain't no Christian in me
Know im still rated R
I'm who they all wanna be

Know we drive foreign cars
And take trips to the sea
Never swing just for par
If you want come and see
Its crazy that niggas with the followers follow me
Its crazy how niggas blew up asking bitches "wheres the meat"
I can't rap for friendship boy i gotta charge a fee
Wise man once said the best things aren't free
I'm me, who are you?
Nigga you a wanna be
These lil niggas think they slick
Tryna fly under yo wings
Gotta clip em
I dont trust em gotta dip
Bet yo fingers turn green thumbing through the counterfeits
Bet them fake guess jeans, 1 bend over from rip-ping
Pulled up with a set
Team, victories the best
Size 10 on ya neck bitch
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Bouta break my arm for some percs
Pulled up in a civic
Ready to do work
Don't know who up innit
My money is extensive
I'm running for my fitness
While you run like a chicken
With no head, no bread
Spirits broke i can see
Like my presidents dead
Down bad, follow me
Told her push me to the Edge
Ain't no Christian in me
Know im still rated R
I'm who they all wanna be

Know we drive foreign cars
And take trips to the sea
Never swing just for par
If you want come and see
Its crazy that niggas with the followers follow me
Its crazy how niggas blew up asking bitches "wheres the meat"
I can't rap for friendship boy i gotta charge a fee
Wise man once said the best things aren't free
I'm me, who are you?
Nigga you a wanna be
These lil niggas think they slick
Tryna fly under yo wings
Gotta clip em
I dont trust em gotta dip
Bet yo fingers turn green thumbing through the counterfeits
Bet them fake guess jeans, 1 bend over from rip-ping
Pulled up with a set
Team, victories the best
Size 10 on ya neck bitch
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Writer: Hodari Thomas
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