TQ

TQ - Superbitches lyrics

Every long time ago

From my brother Nal

Brawl came lifting your paper

Got to go

I think about it every nite

After the shows over

Situation for those who don`t know

I met her at the superbowl

Had to snatch her off one of the broncos

He won the game but he lost his breeze

Cos here me she me thing

In my bed while she freakin

its been 2 years since I met her

since we been together

we made a lot of chedder

picture some shit

had no drama

didn`t have no shit or stick

when I was broke my baby help me get rich

(Chorus)

Superbitches

I like Superbitches

All about they man

And procting they riches

And if u take me downtown

Ill be counting my chickens

It ain`t nothing missing

Like it then don`t listen

Cos its just Superbitches

They looking at me funny

But I know your paying attention

Every word that they saying you better belive it

And if you don`t shell be sitting in the kitchen waiting to hitchen

Tell you bout my superbitch

Give me the point to assure

That she gonna keep my shit

Lock down nigga

Ain`t nobody every

Fit better

Around this little niggas digga

So I figure

Be a super trick

On my superbitch

Got them blam blames on her wrist

And as long as she fucking with this

Im am gonna lace her with the stuff that make your eyes squint

For my bitch

Nigga like super quick

Won`t think shit

Met her kids buying hundreds of gifts

That she blessing me with

The way I walked her out nigga

Its with her

Don`t even think another nigga could get her

She gonna role with me as I get bigga

And for hating she a killer nigga

That`s my superbitch

(Chorus)

I can always tell a superbitch

She love her kicks

Only wear the flyist shit

All she get she work for it

Dirt for it

Flirt for it

Baby what u working with

Get your arse dream about her

Get home in your bed

Won`t sleep without her

Say it louder nigga

And it taste good when you licker

And bust quick when u sticker

Boy I like a superbitch

So when u see me in my rover that`s who im with

She probably driving it

Getting high in it

And if the boys pull her over she hiding the shit

And bind with it

That`s my baby and she down with this gansta shit

And good at it

That my superbitch

And when im done with this im going home to my superbitch

(Chorus)

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