Superbitches Lyrics

Written by T. Quaites & F. Crumb 

Every long time ago 
From my brother Nal 
Brawl came lifting your paper 
Got to go 
I think about it every nite 
After the shows over 
Situation for those who don't know 
I met her at the superbowl 
Had to snatch her off one of the broncos 
He won the game but he lost his breeze 
Cos here me she me thing 
In my bed while she freakin 
its been 2 years since I met her 
since we been together 
we made a lot of chedder 
picture some shit 
had no drama 
didn't have no shit or stick 
when I was broke my baby help me get rich 

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Superbitches 
I like Superbitches 
All about they man 
And procting they riches 
And if u take me downtown 
Ill be counting my chickens 
It ain't nothing missing 
Like it then don't listen 
Cos its just Superbitches 
They looking at me funny 
But I know your paying attention 
Every word that they saying you better belive it 
And if you don't shell be sitting in the kitchen waiting to hitchen 

Tell you bout my superbitch 
Give me the point to assure 
That she gonna keep my shit 
Lock down nigga 
Ain't nobody every 
Fit better 
Around this little niggas digga 
So I figure 
Be a super trick 
On my superbitch 
Got them blam blames on her wrist 
And as long as she fucking with this 
Im am gonna lace her with the stuff that make your eyes squint 
For my bitch 
Nigga like super quick 
Won't think shit 
Met her kids buying hundreds of gifts 
That she blessing me with 
The way I walked her out nigga 
Its with her 
Don't even think another nigga could get her 
She gonna role with me as I get bigga 
And for hating she a killer nigga 
That's my superbitch 

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I can always tell a superbitch 
She love her kicks 
Only wear the flyist shit 
All she get she work for it 
Dirt for it 
Flirt for it 
Baby what u working with 
Get your arse dream about her 
Get home in your bed 
Won't sleep without her 
Say it louder nigga 
And it taste good when you licker 
And bust quick when u sticker 
Boy I like a superbitch 
So when u see me in my rover that's who im with 
She probably driving it 
Getting high in it 
And if the boys pull her over she hiding the shit 
And bind with it 
That's my baby and she down with this gansta shit 
And good at it 
That my superbitch 
And when im done with this im going home to my superbitch 

(Chorus)