Jt Money Superbitch Lyrics

Superbitch Lyrics

[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]



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