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    "Superb**ch" Lyrics

    JT Money

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    [Verse 1]
    She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker
    Other hoes can't touch her
    Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby
    Doin' every damn thing for J, baby
    And she luv to see a nigga on top
    Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot
    But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real
    Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal
    She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head
    Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread
    Call her Superbitch, love nice shit
    All the high price shit, the golden ice shit
    Wit the game to mack, no strings attached
    Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had
    All the money that she make, it be comin' to me
    And that's the version of the ideal woman to me
    Oh, you don't know?

    She's a Superbitch, a Superho
    'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go
    She's a Superbitch, a Superho
    'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go
    I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh?
    Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh?
    And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh?
    You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right

    [Verse 2]
    She's a hood thang wit some good thangs
    Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change
    Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see
    Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me
    And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit
    Cuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go get
    She's a polite assassin, always classy
    Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy
    Female rider, keep the heat inside
    Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver
    She is J's baby, number one lady
    Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy
    She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp
    Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ???
    All the money that she make, be comin' to me
    And that's the version of the ideal woman to me
    Oh, you don't know?


    [Verse 3]
    Who dat chick? Down to do that shit
    A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick
    Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames
    If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name
    I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars
    So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads
    Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth
    You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt
    But until he done testified up in the court session
    And answered every question wit not to my recollection
    Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch
    If you insist, I show you how real it can get
    Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim
    Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name
    You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this
    Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this
    Cuz I'm...


    [repeat until fade]
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © SAMUEL HYMAN MUSIC PUBLISHING.
    Written by B. Lee, F. Johnson, J. Thompkins, S. Anderson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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