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kirk collins - superstition lyrics

[produced by brio]

[verse 1: kirk collins]
og-oz, don’t f-ck with no police
pack my louis luggage on some satin sheets
purple in the air, we call that turpentine
she only act so thirsty ’cause that b-tch a water sign, boy!
she a bad b-tch, but she think she borderline
i told her she a queen, now she more than mind
valet my maserati when i touchdown
“play me some pimpin’ mane,” like i touch pound
hop up out the whip, everything supreme
she like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
she know she playing for the winning team
on her ipod, she playing victory
she love the money in my dior jeans
but i let her -ss know i ain’t no golden ticket
i’m a golden god gone on a mission
’cause my crystal grill cut, look like superst-tion!

[chrous: kirk collins]
superst-tion
ghosted in a ghost, it look like superst-tion
superst-tion
the way i f-ckin’ float, it look like superst-tion

[verse 2: kirk collins]
og-oz, don’t f-ck with no police
pack my louis luggage on some satin sheets
purple in the air, we call that turpentine
she only act so thirsty ’cause that b-tch a water sign, boy!
she a bad b-tch, but she think she borderline
i told her she a queen, now she more than mine
valet my maserati when i touchdown
“play me some pimpin’ mane,” like i touch pound
hop up out the whip, everything supreme
she like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
she know she playing for the winning team
on her ipod, she playing victory
she love the money in my dior jeans
but i let her -ss know, i ain’t no golden ticket
i’m a golden god gone on a mission
’cause my crystal grill cut, look like superst-tion!

[chrous: kirk collins]
superst-tion
ghosted in a ghost, it look like superst-tion
superst-tion
the way i f-ckin’ float, it look like superst-tion

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- kirk collins lyrics

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