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