Superstar - Rebel lyrics

HOOK ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino) You look like who¿ Come gimme dome Like a coug__ar Now you just fuc'd With my crew! ni**a come fuc with the God Stacking the paper like mwah! Sending you bullets Like haah! X2 I'm On The Roll ni**a Verse ( Quincy The Dreamer) Feeling the vibe that she giving me now Illustrating the position she loves My d got the hickeys,Sign from above FreeNation the army ,So bring all your guns Mental illness I just party with nuns Try to diss us,that's a hell of a shot If you a phony ,we just never reply If you are dope,no one can deny I bank my feelings in a whole lotta ways Bang my hunnies in a whole lotta styles I run the block in a whole lotta fashion You just bluffing ,I can tell in your eyes And I got wifey,must be finer than gold I'm a king baby do what you're told I stick to codes Like I'm learning to drive I k**ed my anger now I'm feeling alive Shoulders are raised I'm commander in chief! You cannot fuc Wth the trees that I sheesh! Three some or nothing That's how I roll ! Her curves remind me Of that BlackBerry bold! If She think I'm pretty I just bless her with d! I hate the sober feeling Gimme my d** !! Im just thuggin But don't call me a thug!!! It's now or never We just robbing a bank!!!! Hoo! Chorus ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino) You look like who¿ Come gimme dome Like a coug --ar Now you just fuc'd With my crew! ni**a come fuc with the God Stacking that paper like mwah! Sending you bullets Like haah! Verse 2 ( Bleek) Look you don't wanna see me pissed off My attitude's magnitude weighed a damn ton They claim to be rulers but 30 centimetres could measure the god b**h flyer than a pelican Son of God in a synagogue ,pray so we sin again I figured I'm pissed off this lyrical pistol is a permanent pit-stop I spit led for Street cred I did that in a split sec so sit back and relax I'm coming in for 3laps uh! (How you gon say that I ain't bodied that) Look around b**h occupied body bags Somebody call a nurse somebody call a hearse somebody call a priest this verse is cursed preach this Godly Odd Kiid don't need deliverance! f** I just sinned again I'm bout to sin again Baptised in the walls of a muhf**en synagogue Bleek... Verse 3 (Nino) n***a i been whippin whips like whippin slavery Chain all gold Brain gon bomb Screw your opinions theres nothing to say to me Explosion Damn blow up On a new level of using mentality FreeNation Screw patients Blow up on all these mannerless haters official trappers f**ing up ur day cause they dont get the factors about keeping it trill We jiggy jiggy jiggy jiggy for real Say the style is ill well then gimme a deal, Swaggin swaggin gatta show em sk** Coz we build this sh** like an automobile From the ground up I could tell a funken like surround sound n***a u ain't winning game times up Gatt me fired up Im like burning matches Lit as lion matches Anger plus the pa**ion Makes a deadly menace Beater llike a panel Crystal like a palace Cut throat clear i state my msg Build to be savage Grabbing on her baggage Note to all that hear me The freenation sticks humping on this b**h They called Hiphop on beats ! f** ur hype i gatt bars and ya moola ya b**h... Chorus ( Quincy The Dreamer & Nino) You look like who¿ Come gimme dome Like a coug --ar Now you just fuc'd With my crew! ni**a come fuc with the God Stacking that paper like mwah! Sending you bullets Like haah! The End...