JT Money
JT Money - Superbitch songtekst
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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? [Chorus] 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? [Chorus] [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... [Chorus] [repeat until fade]