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charles hamilton - superghetto lyrics

back on my pivot. gettin’ posted up by some midget. who’s listening? everybody who’s 5’7″ or lower already knows i’m getting a diploma in air university (au). you scared? then disperse from me. who am i dunkin’ on? i treat the whole world like kingdome and bring home a trophy for a bad broad for thee dome of the century. she’s dope and she’s stoked because in s-x, it’s against me. wrestling ring when in the bed, but an exceptional ring when she’s in my head. but, she might not belong to me. she belongs to these two bad guys who were trying to get along with me for mad green guys. i’m not mad, but i see the green in their eyes. i’m superghetto

i got harlem in my backpack
twa
no yak-yak back
alien girls screamin’ “act like that!”
hood n-gg-s holdin’ they strap like that…
how am i alive?
i’m superghetto!
how am i alive?
i’m superghetto!

i do favors for haters, just so i can never ever see them n-gg-s again later. corporately, n-gg-s swear their forcing me to be a force indeed. abort it, please, because i’m a b-a-b-y. ch-a-r need(s) to stay fly, as long as he’s in the ny. chill. my wordplay got separated from my letter play. just like yesterday. i’m the new ted smooth. meaning, i get head until my d-ck head’s smooth. and then remix it with some old sh-t. like, “you ain’t missin’ as long as you my old chick! but you my new chick! but a couple of minutes ago, you was my old chick! you my ‘couple-of-minutes-ago’ chick!” oh sh-t! i’m so focused! the h-double o-d (d sound)!

for those who don’t need to know, or need to be reintroduced, i keep a cute little deuce-deuce somewhere tucked on me. don’t f-ck with me. don’t make me have to touch my knees. i don’t wanna get snuffed, so please. if you want it, please have the luxury. you don’t know what could c-ck and blast, so shut the f-ck up before i pop yo’ -ss! see, it’s nothing but a mental warfare kind of game. till n-gg-s get dental, then i gotta air out all floors of their frame. now them n-gg-s is parking lots. while my glock just sparks a lot. it’s kinda funny how the “nerdy little geek” ended up keeping something -30 in the streets. plus 22. maybe more. just depends on if y’all n-gg-s f-ckin’ with me while i blaze the raw (paper)

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