Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Super Bad, artist - Max B. Album song House Money, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Emg
Song language: English
Super Bad |
| All my niggas is rich but nobody content |
| All my niggas is thorough (Yeah), nobody pretends (Yeah) |
| Don’t trust them bitches, nobody your friends |
| You see I married the streets but fell in love with the music |
| Treated my bitch like shit, then she got her retribution |
| See I believe in the justice (C'mon), restitution |
| Poo got a life with the 30, minus the execution |
| They gave me 75, got it chopped to a 20 |
| Then got it down to a dozen, nigga, I’m good with the money |
| Bigga, you good with the bitches, got a way with the ladies |
| Couple steaks on the grill, I spend a day with the babies |
| I dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smokin' ain’t cool |
| No playin' hooky today, you fuckers is goin' to school |
| Never needed the bitch (Never), cheddar cheese in my grits |
| That wasn’t positive music, nigga, neither is this, yeah |
| I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad |
| Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Told 'em 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Fifty million dollars in chips (Montana), do the math |
| Super bad (Super bad), super bad |
| Where I’m from, all we promised a suit and tag (Suit and tag) |
| Super bad (Super bad), super bad (Super bad) |
| Where I’m from, we ain’t trippin', all we do is laugh |
| Open your eyes, bring the oohs and the ahs |
| It’s the more you got, halves to even the odds |
| My bitch was a demon, had me poppin' pills, leanin' |
| Had my dope subpoenaed, made it through the cracks like a genius |
| Couldn’t see Chinx in a box, and they gave Max 7−5 |
| Journey since that genocide, then pull us back to the traps |
| Why you think I’m drinkin', huh? |
| My dope said, «Don't tweak» |
| 'Cause I ain’t had no shoes, but he ain’t had no feet |
| They called it a dream, I called it a plan |
| I called it a theme, they called it a scam |
| My vision way clearer than my VVS diamond link |
| Baby, come float the boat, but don’t let it sink |
| You don’t know the math, a whole different shoe |
| And fuck about the past, it ain’t nothin' new |
| I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad |
| Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math |
| Yeah, do or die (Do or die), suit and tie (Yeah) |
| Thousand dollar shoes, Louis on the side |
| Lookin' good on the plane, get you good if you blink |
| All my niggas, they smoke like a woman that drink |
| Baby, come bring me some B&B, run it like DMC |
| Eloquent music genius, don’t fuck with that EMG |
| No tippin' around the spot, they sniffin' around, it’s hot |
| The chopper, it got a scope, hit you from down the block |
| Rock paper scissors, break they heart, play the bitches |
| Got a game at the Garden, Knicks tonight, they play the Clippers |
| I can eat about seven dogs (Yeah), do maybe seven bids (Yeah) |
| Been down the hard road, you maybe never, kid |
| Came at you motherfuckers with all that I could |
| Four different babies, four different women and all of 'em good (All of 'em) |
| Where I’m from only few can last, niggas’ll shoot your ass |
| My brothers, my cousins, even my mother, she super bad, yeah |
| I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad |
| Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask |
| Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad |
| Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math |
| Montana, what’s good? |
| I see you, yeah |
| Motherfucker super bad |
| Bustdown Biggavell, Holy Couture |
| Motherfucker super bad |
| Yeah, Negro Spirituals, baby |
| Motherfucker super bad |
| Ain’t nothin' spiritual about it |
| We ride |
| Motherfucker super bad |