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b.k.p. - superman lyrics

verse 01:
they call me superman, rip famed celeb’s in a single round, i’m dissin now
f-cking hate these famous chicks, i’d never obsess on one no matter
how much skin they allow, save it meghan, shake them hips
you make me smile, nicki show her a couple of tricks
straight from the bottom, now i got a problem, mothaf-ckers need to stick to the scripts
i ain’t no game, i show no shame, but you need to remember the name
i’m different from the average man, shake me off, l!ck your lips, iggy move your fake -ss hips
d-mn you thick, f-ck out my face i’d rather be charged with rape
don’t push out, i’d push you out, won’t shut up, i’ll shut you up
booty popping out, someone call nicki? taylor, don’t perform at the country club
am i too nice? i dissed jb twice? i don’t give a f-ck about they life
what you trying to be? mariah? em flied through twice!

verse 02:
don’t get me wrong, i hate these hoes, it’s top secret, n0body knows
i’d let taylor shake it off, yeah so what, we’d go very far, that’s how
it goes, f-ck jelena, justin selena’s wit me, don’t care if you don’t agree
we can be friends, but you got to change ya hair, can’t you see
you can join me and nicki, you’ll see us in my honda, that’s the car i’ll be in
selena don’t want that, neither do i, she cry if she sees you with a another guy
i’m in vegas, chillin wit the shadiness, maybe we’ll find that blank sp-ce
because we’ll looking for torture in our relationship, but we just met and we’re in your face

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verse 03:
first of all, i’m not hating, i’m just slaying big stars all day
what the big deal anyway, there just plain old people to me
ooh yeah, miley run that game, (ok let’s play a game, it’s called what’s my last name?
i love your tattoo, girl what’s it say? “ wittle help from friends” um, i guess it’s great
first off you don’t got an -ss to shake, maybe if you need you remake
your have enough for the bake off, but the queen b is in the lead
i might get a lawsuit, but i swear that’s all you need
good lordy whoadie, j lo must make men h-rny with her cake
they want what they can’t have, ooh leonardo that’s too d-mn bad
an oscar is what you can’t have, you’ll end up with nothing but being sad
put cocaine in some alcohol, mix it, drink it til you can’t stand
taylor you just blew your chance, don’t mean to ruin your plans

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