Fat Pat - Superstar lyrics

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Fat Pat - Superstar lyrics

[Billy Cook] Oooooh-oooooh [Hook x2] Playa haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down, like a superstar If you really wanna know, who it be It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D [Fat Pat] Playa haters, wanna know who I be The capital letters, F-A to the T Coming down slow, in my candy red drop Everybody looking at me, but I don't stop Thangs done changed in the game, since way back Cause I done came up, a playa got what stacks Now broads on my jock, got to back-back Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see Paid in full, make stacks So a young...don't know, how to act So I think back in the game, when broads use to diss Now I'm coming up, and them shops can kiss A real playa's..., cause I'm crawling down slow Come up in the game, just to let everybody know [Hook x2] [Mike D] It's been a long long time, in the game 21 young, and I finally got my fame Dollas and cents, can't let it change me True to the game, so the fame don't amaze me Living my life, as a hustler Doing this dirt, since a youngster So Mr. what you saying, ain't doing nothing to me Got to come with it, if you really wanna do me I remember back in, 90 what 3 Me and Bamino, was in the J-A-G Boys ain't like it, I don't really care Cause down in H-Town, we was born to be playas Broke my paper down, I'ma still make my ends 1996, came hopped off the Benz Boys in my face, like it wasn't really nothing That's why I came down, chopping on them bu*tons man [Hook x2] [Fat Pat] Hit a lick I came up, I'm back in the game I came up, and now a playa got a bigger name Now I got fame, I ain't the one to blame Now them boys wanna be trying to what, claim A big old pimp, by the name of P-A-T Living in luxury, doing it like a O.G Everyday, all day I'm starched down, piece on my neck I don't play Ike will spray, leave candy red Came up out the shop, and I turned a lot of heads Got new friends, cause I got ends When I came back, I picked up a bubble twin Old school partnas, like Blunt and Chris Everybody know, we do it just like this Syrup and lemonade, with Sacci shades We gon parlay, and I just say [Hook x2] [Billy Cook] Yeeeeeeeeeeah, ooooooooh yeah Oh-oh-oh, yeeeah, yeeee-eeeeah Hooo-ooooo, yeeeeeah Playa haters, wanna know who you are When you coming down, like a superstar If you really wanna, who it be It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D

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