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french montana & max b - super bad lyrics

[intro]
couture

[verse 1: max b]
anybody can get it (yeah), n-body exempt (yeah)
all my n-gg-s is rich but n-body contempt
all my n-gg-s is thorough (yeah), n-body pretends (yeah)
don’t trust them b-tches n-body your friends
you see i married the streets but fell in love with the music
treated my b-tch like sh-t then she got her retribution
see i believe in the justice (uh), rest-tution
poo got a life with the 30, minus the execution
they gave me 75, got it chopped to a 20
then got it down to a dozen, n-gg-, i’m good with the money
bigga, you good with the b-tches, got a way with the ladies
couple steaks on the grill, i spend a day with the babies
i dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smokin’ ain’t cool
no playin’ hooky today, you f-ckers are goin’ to school
never needed the b-tch (never), cheddar cheese on my grits
that’s wasn’t positive music, n-gg-, neither is this, yeah

[chorus: max b & french montana]
i’m super bad (super bad), super bad
where i’m from, you n-gg-s get murdered (yeah) super fast
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
before they rendered the verdict (yeah), i blew a bag
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
told ’em ’fore they went on a lick (yeah), use a mask
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
50 million dollars in chips (montana), do the math

[verse 2: french montana]
super bad (super bad), super bad
where i’m from, always promised a suit and a tag (suit and tag)
super bad (super bad), super bad (super bad)
where i’m from, we ain’t trippin’, all we do is laugh
open your eyes, bring the uzi and the eyes
’cause the more you got has to even the odds
my b-tch was a demon, had me poppin’ pills, leanin’
i had girl subpoenaed, made it through the cracks like a g*nius
couldn’t see, chasin’ a box
a n-gg- mac-75
genesis that genocide
the police back to the traps
why you think i’m drinkin’ high?
my doe said, “don’t tweak”
’cause i ain’t had no shoes
but he ain’t had no feet
they call this a dream, i call this a plan
i call this a theme, they call this a scam
my vision was clearer than my vvs diamond link
baby, come flat the boat, but don’t let it sink
you don’t know the math, a whole different shoe
and f-ck about the past, it ain’t nothin’ new

[chorus: max b]
i’m super bad (super bad), super bad
where i’m from, you n-gg-s get murdered (yeah) super fast
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
before they rendered the verdict (yeah), i blew a bag
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
told ’em ‘fore they went on a lick (yeah), use a mask
yeah, i’m super bad, super bad, super bad
50 million dollars in chips, do the math

[verse 3: max b]
yeah, do or die (do or die), suit and tie (yeah)
thousand dollar shoes, louis on the side
lookin’ good on the plane, get you good if you blink
all my n-gg-s, they smoke like a woman that drink
baby, come bring me some b&b, run it like dmc
eloquent music g*nius, don’t f-ck with that emg
no tippin’ around the spot, they sniffin’ around that’s hot
the chopper, it got a scope, hit you from down the block
rock paper scissors, break they heart, play the b-tches
got a game at the garden, knicks tonight, they play the clippers
i can eat about seven dogs (yeah), do maybe seven bids (yeah)
been down the hard road, you maybe never kid
came at you motherf-ckers with all that i could
four different babies, four different women and all of ’em good (all of ’em)
where i’m from only few can last, n-gg-s’ll shoot your -ss
my brothers,my cousins, even my mother she super bad, yeah

[outro: max b]
montana, what’s good?
i see you, yeah
motherf-ckers super bad
bust down, [?]
[?]
motherf-ckers super bad
yeah, [?] spend with you, baby
motherf-ckers super bad
you not a spiritual body
we ride
motherf-ckers super bad

- french montana max b lyrics

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