| You a throwed nigga
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| You a you a throwed nigga
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| You a throwed nigga
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| You a you a throwed nigga
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| Codeine in my cup, bitch all in my face
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| Kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace
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| You a throwed nigga
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| You a you a throwed nigga
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| Ridin' round with that super soaker
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| Red cup I’m super throwed
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| My straight eight all suped up
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| I’m a dry this ho to the Super Bowl
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| Trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I’m super lean
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| Look like I won the super lotto
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| Damn my condo super clean
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| Left your bitch at the Super 8
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| She sucked my dick I’m super straight
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| Got Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that’s Super Bass
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| In the hood we got super bands
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| My cotton piece stuff super grams
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| My bitch layed out with a super ten
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| She flying high with super man
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| Picture that, no Instagram
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| Real life no side show
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| Real nigga, no Tony Parker
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| Your main bitch is my side-ho
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| Blowin' purp I’m high fi, redrum in that Mai Tai
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| Rubbing on the bitch tattas she scared of dick, Sci Fi
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| Hooked her up to that Wi Fi
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| Wiped my dick and said bye bye
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| Dropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot fries
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| My old partner, AR said you a cold nigga
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| I simply said my day job my day job, ain’t lovin' hoes nigga
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| Ask Juicy J about me
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| What you know about mixing molly with the loud
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| Hotel smoked out nigga fuck a towel
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| Nigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes
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| Benz got my teeth grindin' like I’m chewing Nicorette
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| Every three hours need a re up from the weed man
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| Afghan purp strand super man head band
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| Eyes so tight got me looking like Jackie Chan
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| Me and the Game like Red and the Method Man
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| Smoking on the roach, you ain’t really feeling that dope that you smoked
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| Try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak
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| All you gon' do is choke
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| Niggas can’t handle weed from the west coast
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| Smoke so much till a nigga overdose
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| I stay high when I’m in and out the booth
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| Gotta thank Mary for this verse that I wrote
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| Big buzz in every club don’t need a plug I am the plug
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| Taylor Gang, I’m on the plane
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| I’m leanin' man, I’m on them thangs
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| Only strong up in the bong, I’ve been high for way too long
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| Codeine I sip, hotbox the whip
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| I stay throwed, Cheech and Chong
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| Roll kush, fuck hoes, start fights, shoot niggas
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| How many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggas
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| I’m like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two Biggies
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| Cop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250
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| Crash the Rari got two Bentleys
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| Blowing dank like two hippes
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| Give a nigga bout eight months in the gym
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| I’m gonna come through looking like two fifties
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| Half a mill on that xbox
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| John Madden probably owin' me
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| Ask Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know me
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| On that 2k, I od
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| That C.O.D. |
| you D.O.A
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| Fuck nigga put your money down
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| Start worrying bout when the fuck we gon' play
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| Put six bad hoes in one big room
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| Stuff six grams in one big blunt
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| Load six shells in one big pump
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| Stuff six chickens in one big trunk
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| Right next to a body, black John Gotti
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| Like a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty
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| Fuck her good once then send her to the lobby
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| Fuck her so good momma looking for the body
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| Poppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no deposit
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| Runnin' through the money when a nigga get throwed
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| Tires screeching when the story get told
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| So much money that the shit don’t fold |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Super Throwed, artist - The Game. Album song OKE - Deluxe Edition, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп