Only call me if that ass phat
Not that it matters, never gonna pick up or call back
Only play it if that beat smack
If this don't turn it off, turn around and get yo' money back
Always Sammy in the Rat Pack
Load the backwoods and the backpacks
Come near catch a contact
Always sunny where the heat at
Keep it cool in the shade
Sleep under money trees to count stacks
And you know that we movin'
And you know that we movin'
Don't be standing there foolish
When the beat started groovin'
And you know that we do it
And you know that we do it
Like we been wearing Nikes
But I think that these Pumas
And you know that we players
So know don't hate the game
It's a choice that we're making
Cause it all feels the same
And I know that you're wilin'
So now don't chase the fame
If they love and they leave you
Then that fame be the same
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
I look good like a root beer float
In the middle of the desert where the catcus grow
And no rivers flow
I'm prickly toward attention, but you know I flow
If it's bout the cream, even on a Sunday I will go
Bananas with the nuts
And you know I split up on a ho
Talking major bust (bus)
Rosa Parks could boycott in this zone
And in God we trust
Ben Franklin blowing up the snow
Took a tab of acid
Found myself up hidden in my 'fro
Indigo indica in the cut and we cut up
Roll a blunt with the stuff
Back to back like nunchucks
Got green thumbs like we train with master splinter
Fireside chats, every month the middle of December
Yeah we blaze, but what's really hazy seems to be my vision
Not insane, I just really went and lost up all my feelings
Now I look up in the mirror
Who's my villain, who it be?
Red dot head shot
Yeah nigga, all me
Oouu
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
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Starscream the Giant - Superstition Lyrics
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Only call me if that ass phat
Not that it matters, never gonna pick up or call back
Only play it if that beat smack
If this don't turn it off, turn around and get yo' money back
Always Sammy in the Rat Pack
Load the backwoods and the backpacks
Come near catch a contact
Always sunny where the heat at
Keep it cool in the shade
Sleep under money trees to count stacks
And you know that we movin'
And you know that we movin'
Don't be standing there foolish
When the beat started groovin'
And you know that we do it
And you know that we do it
Like we been wearing Nikes
But I think that these Pumas
And you know that we players
So know don't hate the game
It's a choice that we're making
Cause it all feels the same
And I know that you're wilin'
So now don't chase the fame
If they love and they leave you
Then that fame be the same
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
I look good like a root beer float
In the middle of the desert where the catcus grow
And no rivers flow
I'm prickly toward attention, but you know I flow
If it's bout the cream, even on a Sunday I will go
Bananas with the nuts
And you know I split up on a ho
Talking major bust (bus)
Rosa Parks could boycott in this zone
And in God we trust
Ben Franklin blowing up the snow
Took a tab of acid
Found myself up hidden in my 'fro
Indigo indica in the cut and we cut up
Roll a blunt with the stuff
Back to back like nunchucks
Got green thumbs like we train with master splinter
Fireside chats, every month the middle of December
Yeah we blaze, but what's really hazy seems to be my vision
Not insane, I just really went and lost up all my feelings
Now I look up in the mirror
Who's my villain, who it be?
Red dot head shot
Yeah nigga, all me
Oouu
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Not that it matters, never gonna pick up or call back
Only play it if that beat smack
If this don't turn it off, turn around and get yo' money back
Always Sammy in the Rat Pack
Load the backwoods and the backpacks
Come near catch a contact
Always sunny where the heat at
Keep it cool in the shade
Sleep under money trees to count stacks
And you know that we movin'
And you know that we movin'
Don't be standing there foolish
When the beat started groovin'
And you know that we do it
And you know that we do it
Like we been wearing Nikes
But I think that these Pumas
And you know that we players
So know don't hate the game
It's a choice that we're making
Cause it all feels the same
And I know that you're wilin'
So now don't chase the fame
If they love and they leave you
Then that fame be the same
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
I look good like a root beer float
In the middle of the desert where the catcus grow
And no rivers flow
I'm prickly toward attention, but you know I flow
If it's bout the cream, even on a Sunday I will go
Bananas with the nuts
And you know I split up on a ho
Talking major bust (bus)
Rosa Parks could boycott in this zone
And in God we trust
Ben Franklin blowing up the snow
Took a tab of acid
Found myself up hidden in my 'fro
Indigo indica in the cut and we cut up
Roll a blunt with the stuff
Back to back like nunchucks
Got green thumbs like we train with master splinter
Fireside chats, every month the middle of December
Yeah we blaze, but what's really hazy seems to be my vision
Not insane, I just really went and lost up all my feelings
Now I look up in the mirror
Who's my villain, who it be?
Red dot head shot
Yeah nigga, all me
Oouu
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Ooou
I ain't one for superstition, yeah
Ay Ayy, Ay
Time to break the mirror
Not all out of villians
007, license to kill 'em
Writer: Khari Douglas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid