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letra de neighborhood star - chop

[intro]
i’m neighborhood star (i’m a neighborhood star)
said i’m a neighborhood star (said i’m a neighborhood star)

[hook]
ask about me in the city, i’m bout my paper strictly
see how a n-gga move, got a couple goons with me
i’m a neighborhood star (i’m a neighborhood star)
well, i’m a neighborhood star (well, i’m a neighborhood star)
don’t you see the car sittin’ on 24 inches?
i’m buyin’ out the bar three times the legal limit
i’m a neighborhood star (i’m a neighborhood star)
well, i’m a neighborhood star (well, i’m a neighborhood star)

[verse 1]
tell shawty what it is, the neighborhood feel me
up in the vip section gettin’ touchy-feely
your boy gettin’ money, make sure the haters hear me
i’m flyin’ on a choppa, tryna stop ’em [?]
mean game, let me know, mean frames, [?]
get my ball on in the club, i’m feelin’ semi-pro
keep raisin’ ’em hands, ain’t never had a question, no
tryna take a broad to the spot and get her supersoaked
there ain’t a n-gga hotter, i’m steppin’ in the [?]
you know i get it poppin’, and failure’s not an option
a-list is in the pocket, i open up doors like a locksmith

[hook]

[verse 2]
naw, i ain’t c-cky, i know that i’m the greatest
i’m sittin’ on a team, and i barely even made it
i know you all hate me cause i did this by myself
i make my own beats, didn’t need n0body else’s help
i love it when she drop it, then take it to the top
then she make that -ss bounce, then she make them t-tties hop
i’mma get a couple broads, then let ’em l!ck the pop
then [?]
they wanna be me, i think it’s peer pressure
old n-ggas gettin’ wrinkled and i’m on my black & decker
you might as well give up, you ain’t gettin’ younger
i’m only eighteen, i’m the neighborhood runner

[hook]

[bridge]
well, i’mma make her drop it low
get low for the money
well, i’mma make her drop it low
get low for the money
i’mma make her drop it low
get low for the money
well, i’mma make her drop it low
get low for the money

[verse 3]
i like how ’em jeans fittin’, i’m tryna get them digits
she wanna be mine cause i make my girls women
from jordans to stilettos, and iced out bezels
you know who we are, i can take you out tha ghetto
i chug it by the bottle, it’s like i won a lotto
i’mma finna make it rain, shawty need goggles
soon as i’m in the spot, she turn into a bobble
your girl wants me, she knows my motto

[hook]

- chop

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