Who just wants the man?
Who fights with his devils
And does the best he can
Everybody wants a playa
I just wanna be friends
Every
Everybody wants a superstar
Who got cars and ice
Walks into the ghetto get pussy bar
Makes all the girls look think twice
Yeah sista he got money and thangs
But is he nice for you
He's a High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
Think maybe he don't
High Post Brotha
Wit money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want
I think maybe he don't
Some sistas want tha balla
But mentally can he really play ball
Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations
His mentality's oh so so small
Get the cream
Get the hoes
Get the cars
He wants to go far
But how far is too far
[Common]
Come here love (chickka) love
Let me holla at you
Cause what you got
Is worth more than a dollar or two
Soil another nigga's game
Usually I wouldn't do
But you my girl
And I can tell that it's bothering you
This motherahh must think that he a father to you
You got vision but boys blockin the view
I know he payin yo tuition
Payin to get the car fixin
He got Juice or is he Pulp Fiction
Heard he be strip clubs
Trickin 'dubs' like he got big pub
Is it his image
Or him that you in love with
You on some shit but you was never superficial
~~(I ain't superficial)~~
When rent's due is trip what a chick do
You don't like his mind
The way he looks
And you said that his breath stinks
But all of that added up
Doesn't equal a fresh mink
Let's think who you are
You the Moon baby
So Fuck the superstar
Cause he's a
High Post Brotha
With money in his pocket
He got every-thing a girl could want
I think maybe he don't
High Post Brotha
Wit money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want
I think maybe he don't
Maybe he don't
I think maybe he don't
Maybe he don't
I think maybe he don't
Everybody wants the hero Who just wants the man? Who fights with his devils And does the best he can Everybody wants a playa I just wanna be friends Every Everybody wants a superstar Who got cars and ice Walks into the ghetto get pussy bar Makes all the girls look think twice Yeah sista he got money and thangs But is he nice for you He's a High Post Brotha With money in his pocket He got every-thing a girl could want Think maybe he don't High Post Brotha Wit money in his pocket He got everything a girl could want I think maybe he don't Some sistas want tha balla But mentally can he really play ball Dumbfounded by out the ghetto conversations His mentality's oh so so small Get the cream Get the hoes Get the cars He wants to go far But how far is too far [Common] Come here love (chickka) love Let me holla at you Cause what you got Is worth more than a dollar or two Soil another nigga's game Usually I wouldn't do But you my girl And I can tell that it's bothering you This motherahh must think that he a father to you You got vision but boys blockin the view I know he payin yo tuition Payin to get the car fixin He got Juice or is he Pulp Fiction Heard he be strip clubs Trickin 'dubs' like he got big pub Is it his image Or him that you in love with You on some shit but you was never superficial ~~(I ain't superficial)~~ When rent's due is trip what a chick do You don't like his mind The way he looks And you said that his breath stinks But all of that added up Doesn't equal a fresh mink Let's think who you are You the Moon baby So Fuck the superstar Cause he's a High Post Brotha With money in his pocket He got every-thing a girl could want I think maybe he don't High Post Brotha Wit money in his pocket He got everything a girl could want I think maybe he don't Maybe he don't I think maybe he don't Maybe he don't I think maybe he don't Explain Request ×
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