Super Bad

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AllStar JR - Rap, Southern Rap

Super Bad

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[Intro: AllStar JR] Rich Striker Music (Welcome to Get a Bag Records) This striker Bentley with that chopstick (Give me some cash) Countin' dog shit, nigga (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 bitch (Super) My ho wrist glass (Yeah), that mean it's super lit (Yeah) Don't get your shit 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 bitch (Super) My ho wrist glass, that mean it's super lit Don't get your shit 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 nigga main to fuck My niggas sheisty, yeah, it's love if you came with us (You good) Strippin' all these niggas, ain't nobody 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 niggas Youngbul, loaded, done went Philly on you niggas Million dollars worth of 'caine, sell a ghillie to these niggas (What you mean?) You play the plug, bro, I'm good on that front shit (I'm good) Starless tossin' wrench, you good for this month, bitch (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 bitch (Super) My ho wrist glass, that mean it's super lit Don't get your shit crashed, I send super blitz (Get the fuck out of here) This car go super fast, I done got super rich This ho super bad (Super), call her my super bitch (Super) My ho wrist glass, that mean it's super lit (Uh-huh) Don't get your shit 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 niggas broke, these niggas 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 dick all in the ribs, I got her tappin' out (I'm smashin') My mama a bitch, if I ain't lit as shit, 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 bitch My ho wrist glass, that mean it's super lit (That mean it's flooded) Don't get your shit 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 bitch My ho wrist glass, that mean it's super lit Don't get your shit crashed, I send super blitz (Nigga) [Outro: AllStar JR] Sou, sou, sou I'm goin' super fast with a super bitch

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  • AllStar JR
  • Woodboy Gee