Superfly (feat. 10kkev)
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Lyrics
Awstria ♪ Charged up like I just popped a Senzu Bean My shooter off four bars, that's that LTE That card only hit for food, is it EBT? Stan's pieces really slam like a DDT I'll let the chop sing, IceJJFish Hit your lil' bitch first, on some Ray J shit Blue and lime Amiris with the paint splatter Brodie in the kitchen whipping pots like it's cake batter Super fly in these Amiris, Fly Jimmy Snuka Flex? Nah, I can't even do fifty push-ups Stand back 'cause bro Harden, he'll really cook 'em Pootie Tang with the belt, fuck around and whoop 'em ShittyBoy like I always got diarrhea Nigga's claiming he ain't broke, well I'm not either Man, I think all my opps is some cock eaters If you ain't getting pape, you should stop breathing Yo lil' granny ain't safe 'less that bitch dead How that's yo bitch and she calling me "big head"? It's a scam, dickhead Shot doggy with the Big Mac, now he McDead You ever seen a whole 10 in a cream soda? Made a GoFundMe and I said I had Ebola You only got fifty dollars, nigga, seal your lips I just beat the fuck out of some kids playing ding-dong-ditch Fraud star, man, I put up stats like Russell Finna jam in the store, let me crack my knuckles Coach took me out the game, I was lacking hustle Now my shoes cost six and the jacket double Punch shit to eliminate my anger Wrestle? Bitch, this ain't Elimination Chamber Got the Drake Bell but I'll give yo ass a taper Take them bitches off, how you dripping in some Wrangler? Hot Potato with the piece, bitch, too hot Hit the bitch and she left on her tube socks Hate niggas like that nigga off of Boondocks Talking 'bout we ain't swiping, nigga, who not? Big chop light you up like a disco ball Drums hanging out the AR like some big ol' balls If I showed you the sauce, you would shit your drawers 10kkev and Shittyboyz got yo bitch on balls Born a star, think I came from the constellations Real ShittyBoy, bitch, I walk around constipated I'm always watching, I got cameras everywhere Spent twenty thousand on Amiris, I got over twenty pair Fucking lame, how you expect to compete When you working up at Wendy's getting 2.60 a week Don't ever fix your mouth to disrespect me I just got my ass beat by my bitch 'cause yo bitch text me If she ask for the head, then I'm Wizard Kelly If she popping [?] I'm getting in her belly You still fucking young hoes, boy, you R Kelly Told her how I'm 'bout to cum, she said, "Already?" Strapped up, put your fists down, bozo Made a jugg page selling kicks like I'm no joke Foreign kicks got my closet like a dojo Pull out that big bitch if he tryna throw a low blow Don't let a confrontation turn into a murder Oh, you said confrontation? Let me up the burner Big dripping through this bitch, I could drown a surfer Jugg what? Jugg who? You a known perper (Awstria)
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:12
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 124 BPM