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She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker |
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Other hoes can't touch her |
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Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby |
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Doin' every damn thing for J, baby |
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And she luv to see a nigga on top |
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Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot |
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But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real |
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Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal |
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She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head |
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Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread |
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Call her Superbitch, love nice shit |
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All the high price shit, the golden ice shit |
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Wit the game to mack, no strings attached |
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Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had |
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All the money that she make, it be comin' to me |
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And that's the version of the ideal woman to me |
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Oh, you don't know? |
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[Chorus] |
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She's a Superbitch, a Superho |
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'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go |
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She's a Superbitch, a Superho |
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'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go |
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I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh? |
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Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh? |
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And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh? |
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You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right |
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[Verse 2] |
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She's a hood thang wit some good thangs |
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Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change |
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Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see |
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Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me |
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And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit |
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Cuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go get |
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She's a polite assassin, always classy |
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Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy |
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Female rider, keep the heat inside |
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Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver |
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She is J's baby, number one lady |
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Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy |
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She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp |
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Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ??? |
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All the money that she make, be comin' to me |
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And that's the version of the ideal woman to me |
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Oh, you don't know? |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Who dat chick? Down to do that shit |
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A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick |
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Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames |
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If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name |
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I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars |
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So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads |
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Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth |
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You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt |
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But until he done testified up in the court session |
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And answered every question wit not to my recollection |
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Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch |
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If you insist, I show you how real it can get |
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Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim |
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Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name |
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You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this |
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Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this |
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Cuz I'm... |
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[Chorus] |
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[repeat until fade] |