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j1hunnit & glockboyz teejaee - superman lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(alloutw4r)
yeah, that money dirty than a b+tch, but my whip clean (my whip clean)
come on
glockboyz, n+gga
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah, that money dirty than a b+tch, but my whip clean (but my whip clean)
dope d+ck, she got it once, it turned her to a fiend (turned her to a fiend)
i sell the work just like my pops, this sh+t in my genes (this sh+t in my genes)
glock 27 with thirty on it, plus the beam (baow)
i know you heard about the gang, n+gga, we ain’t playin’ (n+gga, we ain’t playin’)
f+ck around and pop you for nothin’, better watch what you sayin’ (better watch what you sayin’)
he said he want smoke with us, better be superman (bеtter be superman)
on thе block, all the k’s got drums like a band (yeah)
we go trap this b+tch wherever we go (wherever we go)
you know me, i’m down to f+ck a n+gga b+tch, how is your ho? (how is your b+tch?)
we don’t do the instagram beef, we tell ’em check the score (yeah)
the range rover was crazy, right? wait ’til i pull up in the ghost, yeah

[verse 2: j1hunnit]
you know them one n+ggas that do the most
you catch me comin’ down the lane, i’m tryna bang ’em in the post
dunk this clip in the ar and turn a piggy into roast
think i’m french, i wake up tryna turn my opps into toast
i ain’t tellin’ you no secret, i walk down and get up close
i be quick to tell a lie, them boys come, you take the oath
chopper sing for you like dej, you wanna try to take the loaf
my girl got a girlfriend, you ask around, i’m f+ckin’ both
might mistake the boy for billy, know you talkin’ to a g.o.a.t.
n+ggas say they stand on business, that ten+milli’ make you float
tryna join us, gotta put somethin’ in the ‘crete like lil boat
pull that tailor out the package, that sh+t look like quaker oats
[verse 3: iamtk peso]
in the city with that bl!cky ridin’ passenger
you know i hit your b+tch, lil’ n+gga, why you ask me?
told glock that we wasn’t stoppin’ ’til we rich
look at my pocket, all i see is dead people, [?][1:18]
all my n+ggas flip sh+t, ain’t seen boom miss sh+t
quick to wrap a n+gga up like he on the gift list
get outta character and that’s how you gon’ get your b+tch hit
he only cherish her ’cause she ain’t been around no rich sh+t
huh, heavy on that bag, heavy on that load
[?], get to trippin’, you see pole poppin’
the lil’ bro just wanna k!ll like they got no options
load up the switches, hit the streets and get to soul shoppin’
you don’t know dollars, you n+ggas got broke problems
i could slide your b+tch a lil’ two and get the throat out her
you don’t want problems, we gon’ make a score out you
n+ggas see them shots get to flyin’, bring the ho out ’em

- j1hunnit glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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