American Superstar Lyrics - Mail On Sundays - Flo Rida

Look at me bitch 

Look at me bitch 

Look at me bitch 

I'm an American superstar 

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

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Heavy metal for them boys, plenty petals for them gals 

Gotta appetite for destruction, you can call me hacksaw 

Ask me 'bout what a nigga done, done 

Ask me 'bout what a nigga do well 

Ask me 'bout where them bricks come from 

That's what a snitch nigga do, they tell 

I don't want nothin' to do wit' that there 

If it's a lick then I'm bringin' them shells 

Only position for me is a player 

That's rite player, betta get it right player 

Might have to be an emergency 

Lucky for you I'm up blowin' my trees 

Calmin' my nerves, no regular weed 

Or somebody's shorty wit' me on her knees 

I'm ready if it's a problem, she sexy, Flo Rida hotter 

Come test me get that revolver, ya messy just like a mobster 

My broads deserve lobster, you're flawed, deserve chopper 

Get served like Jimmy Hoffa, American showstoppa 

Photos 

I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures, like 

Look at me bitch, look at me bitch 

(Young Mula baby) 

I got money on, money on, money on 

Money on top of more money on top of my shit like flies 

Open that Ferrari F-5 like eyes 

Bumpin' down Ocean Drive 

Jumpin' out that Maybach wit' a bitch went back to tease them thighs 

She had tattoo on her booty and it said 305 

DJ Khaled say it's a movie, now don't forget yo lines 

'Cuz you don't want me to edit before we roll them credits 

Bitch, give me my credit, I'm so energetic 

I'm fuckin' like a rabbit, smokin' on lettuce 

Whatever I want I get it, I meant it if I said 

And I say I keep it pumpin' and I ain't talkin' unleaded 

If you want it come get it 'cuz boy I'm ready 

I get that fast 'fetti, they should call me Tom Petty 

Got two bitches, one peanut butter, one jelly 

I'm a American gangsta already and I'ma American superstar 

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I got guns for the snitches and roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

Got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hop up out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I got guns for the snitches, roses for the bitches 

Hoppin' out the whip, paparazzi takin' pictures 

I'm an American superstar, yeah 

I'm an American superstar, yeah 

I'm an American superstar, yeah 

Baby, I'm an American superstar