Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Super Clean/Super Hard , by - Killer Mike. Release date: 07.07.2008
Song language: English
Super Clean/Super Hard |
| i’m super clean |
| i’m super hard |
| ultra violet baby |
| shot from afar |
| b-b-bitch don’t you know who we are? |
| b-b-bitch don’t you know who we are? |
| pimpin i’m super clean |
| pimpin i’m super hard |
| ain’t into pimpin but |
| love liven and super broads |
| i’m on a super grind |
| i’m out here gettin mine |
| i refuse to be a beggar in a soup line |
| i tell 'em 'see ya later’mothafucka |
| soup kitchen |
| you can catch me in the cater |
| crank off 30 spoke |
| first eight corner dippin |
| you should see the volks glisten |
| similar to fo’s tippin |
| you should see us in the condo-minium |
| with pretty women |
| all strippin |
| bunch of playas |
| shit, yeah |
| we all tippin |
| i took a bank roll |
| threw a couple grand |
| told the youngest ho |
| «see thats how i do my superman» |
| and you a super girl |
| good hair, super curls |
| she was super thick |
| and she sucked some super dick |
| i let her get my number |
| told her hit a playa later |
| i told my wife bout her |
| and we did a will and jada |
| i’m pimp tight MJ |
| i know you mad hatin |
| but my infra-red beams |
| spot you like a dalmatian |
| my tuesday hoe |
| riding round with my friday bitch |
| thats what you call teamwork |
| nigga try that shit |
| if you a pimp |
| pimpin hard- |
| keep it pimpin |
| workin hard hoes |
| and hard working women |
| i gotta caddy, nigga |
| nigga want to get a caddy |
| a caddilac nigga? |
| no, its the super caddy |
| with a super motor |
| it make it go super fast |
| give me all my money |
| bitch, ho, do the math |
| i don’t even want half |
| ho i want it all |
| my money,? |
| so i’mma sag the drawers |
| and put you mouth up |
| might do it half price |
| just right too |
| half black an half white |
| don’t even act shy |
| ho i know you wit it |
| do it like Vivica Fox did it |
| reach out and get it |
| (yeaah) |
| big boss |
| my girls say i got a hustla belly |
| she like to climb on top |
| and ride that rollacoaster baby |
| up and down |
| round and round |
| super clean super mean |
| fly, like a gulfstream |
| purple in my bloodstream |
| oh yellow Cinderlla cigarillos for my green |
| hit the club 30 deep like a football team |
| southern rap royalty |
| hated in the industry |
| ghetto super star |
| remember love for us in the street |
| any city any town |
| stick me where the hood at |
| talkin bout my life up on this mic |
| thats what i’m good at |
| still keep my heat |
| even though i know them boys watchin |
| and it ain’t never took a lot |
| for me to get it poppin |
| i’m droppin shit on niggas |
| talkin bout them running things |
| i’m hitting eagle bitches |
| in the forehead with this game |
| lame niggas imitate |
| but they can’t do it the same |
| fuck all haters |
| go and get your money man |
| i’m playa fly |
| i’m playa fresh |
| fresh dressed to impress |
| like i’ma pimp’s pet and flesh |
| animal skins |
| what a man? |
| ? |
| only have Mars Slippers |
| 4X matching vest |
| i’m feeling good |
| i’m looking hood |
| as i’m watch the world |
| through the Benz logo on the hood |
| fly boy fat boy |
| fat boy fly boy |
| i taught women its thick |
| like a? |
| man i startin to feel |
| like a young Willy Dynamite |
| 32 flavors baby |
| got em black brown white |
| even got an asian |
| sex is amazing |
| have seen her ass |
| and i think she’s Malaysian |
| takin your over class |
| and she said when i hit her |
| that down south dick |
| damn near ripped her and split her |
| every time i’m with her |
| its grind time official |
| cuz i be like «ugh» |
| and she be like «killer» |