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super bad - allstar jr & woodboy gee lyrics

[intro: allstar jr]
rich striker music
(welcome to get a bag records)
this striker bentley with that chopstick (give me some cash)
countin’ dog sh*t, n*gga (big savage)

[chorus: allstar jr]
this car go super fast (super), i done got super rich (super)
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch (super)
my ho wrist glass (yeah), that mean it’s super lit (yeah)
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz (that comin’)
this car go super fast (super), i done got super rich (super)
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch (super)
my ho wrist glass, that mean it’s super lit
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz (that comin’)

[verse 1: allstar jr]
i’m on dairy ashford in the chair gettin’ tapered up (gettin’ lit)
scrollin’ through my phone, tryna see which n*gga main to f*ck
my n*ggas sheisty, yeah, it’s love if you came with us (you good)
strippin’ all these n*ggas, ain’t n0body came with us (nah, get a bag)
know how i get busy, fifty off the rickies
glitch in all my watches, 41 mistin’ the whiskey to you n*ggas
youngbul, loaded, done went philly on you n*ggas
million dollars worth of ‘caine, sell a ghillie to these n*ggas (what you mean?)
you play the plug, bro, i’m good on that front sh*t (i’m good)
starless tossin’ wrench, you good for this month, b*tch (you good)
sian, we gon’ make a mil’ off this run quick (for real)
it’s forty ‘bows in the trunk like a skunk ripped
[chorus: allstar jr & woodboy gee]
this car go super fast, i done got super rich (super)
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch (super)
my ho wrist glass, that mean it’s super lit
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz (get the f*ck out of here)
this car go super fast, i done got super rich
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch (super)
my ho wrist glass, that mean it’s super lit (uh*huh)
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz

[verse 2: woodboy gee]
yeah, this car go super fast, i’m in houston, texas, smokin’ super gas (yeah)
all outside the club, just spent the check like, “where my uber at?”
i cashed a hundred racks out on my neck like, “where your jeweler at?”
i’m movin’ sacks, they know i sell them ‘bows right where the shooters at
what’s inside your bag? i’m in my goyard gettin’ cootie cash
i walk in the mall, they break they neck, they be like, “who is that?” (who?)
nine times out of ten, these n*ggas broke, these n*ggas goin’ flat (uh*huh, uh*huh)
went to jail, got pulled with fifty bubba, i ain’t goin’ back (i did)
i smoke out the pound, these bomboclaats smoke out the ounce (these bomboclaats)
plus, i ain’t rent this house to live, i’m here to trap it out (phew)
i put that d*ck all in the ribs, i got her tappin’ out (i’m smashin’)
my mama a b*tch, if i ain’t lit as sh*t, i’m rappin’ ’bout it

[chorus: allstar jr]
this car go super fast (super), i done got super rich (super)
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch
my ho wrist glass, that mean it’s super lit (that mean it’s flooded)
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz (i send ’em boys)
this car go super fast (super), i done got super rich (super)
this ho super bad (super), call her my super b*tch
my ho wrist glass, that mean it’s super lit
don’t get your sh*t crashed, i send super blitz (n*gga)
[outro: allstar jr]
sou, sou, sou
i’m goin’ super fast with a super b*tch

- allstar jr woodboy gee lyrics

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