BIG SEAN - WHO YOU ARE (SUPERSTAR) LYRICS

[Intro]

Callin' my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm always on, I'm always on

(I'll be your groupie, baby)

Aye, woah, woah, look

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[Chorus]

These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far

You the one that they got up on mood board

When I flick you from the back, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Aye, I know who you are

I know who you are

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[Verse 1]

Your face buried in silk

I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill

Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still

I'm talkin' shit in your ear, you showin' off in the mirror

I match your sex drive, I'm teachin' you how to steer

I put you in every gear, yeah

I ask her do she love it, she said "Daddy, hell yeah"

She deserve a tail number and a Telfar (For real)

You don't need a man, you need a manager, hold up

You don't need a man, you need a cameraman

I'm not that nigga that you call that's never answering

These stupid niggas fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it

Aye, Tesla truck, pickin' it up

Dickin' her down, liftin' her down

She drop it again, it's deluxe

She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick

Fuck around and have a superstar kid

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[Chorus]

Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Fuckin' with a nigga, love to take it too far

You the one that they got up on mood board

When I flick you from the back, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Aye, I know who you are

I know who you are

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[Verse 2]

All she need's a platform

All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her

Soon as she leave the house, make her back for her

Who gon' hold that ass down and make her wanna clap for it

Clap for it, and you the best at it

Sold out shows jumpin' like a pep rally

Girl, you poppin', I'ma fuck you at the Met Gala

We made a mess at it, aye

And fuck these hatin' ass bitches, hope they take it personal

And you know they hate as long as the work flow

Pieces, Scorpio, waters, I surf those

Pussy fire, I might have to go no shirt mode

And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know

You a superstar, just never go commercial

Right stroke, left stroke, that's the best stroke

Death stroke, tongue all down your throat

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[Bridge]

You don't ever happen to people like me

You can be anywhere but you where you wanna be, yeah

Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing

I'd buy you this fuckin' world

'Cause you love me for me

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[Outro Chorus]

Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

I had to do it

Straight, straight up

You know who you was, I know who you are

I know who you are

I know who you are

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[Outro]

Callin' my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm always yours, I'm always yours

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