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letra de super suck - joey trap

[intro: joey trap]
h-llo? uh-huh
(where’s my super-) woah, yeah

[verse 1: joey trap]
yo’ b-tch f-ck in my bed, she give super suck
red blue truck (yeah), f-ck the feds if you out of luck
as you see, mm, that’s my seed, mm, you my sons
no fighting, mm, there’s no need, mm, we with guns
get my pack, broke her back
that sh-t wet, i might smack
rockin’ margelias, my gun on attack
i didn’t f-ck her ’cause her p-ssy wack, woah
n-gga, it must be, her p-ssy musty
boy, i’m disgusting, woah, woah
quit all that fussing, boy, i be cussing
choppa be bussing, uh, yo’
i do not f-ck with none of you n-ggas ’cause you be broke as f-ck, yeah
i cannot f-ck her unless she gon’ give me some of that super suck
i rock with my c-ck out ’cause my glock, it got a pole, yeah
stop all that talkin’, boy, you really don’t want smoke, uhm
watch how the copy me, the choppa hit his nose, uh
i’m finna choke her ’cause her cuban choker gold, look
b-a-p-e, i rock bape
where yo’ b-tch be and yo’ sh-t be
f-a-k-e, so i don’t f-ck with you, b, uh
i-i-i smoke on trees, uh
while i count on benji’s, okay, yes sir
stripe, no refferee, uh
she give big suck, messy, okay, yes sir
key to my block ’cause the tape with no scissors
i’m counting benji’s, i made twenty figures
give super suck or i’m f-cking your sister
make her feet bleed, if i don’t, it get blisters
spray at his head like: “faa-faa”
b-tch, i laugh to the bank like: “ha-ha,” uh-huh
i’m in the cut, smoke ganja
i need super suck, like na-na, uh-huh
[chorus: joey trap]
where is my super suck?
i need to scoop her up
i know i f-ck with you, but i might shoot you up
i’m getting angry, i guess that makes two of us
if you ain’t suckin’ then you finna catch a bust

[verse 2: joey trap]
(woah) okay (okay), okay (okay), okay (okay), uh-huh (okay)
okay (okay), okay (okay), okay (okay), okay (okay)
i do not (i do not) talk to no n-ggas unless they been, uh, uh, talkin’ ’bout bands
i do not, uh, uh, f-ck with no b-tches that not gon’ act like they be my fans
okay, mm
b-tch, when you hear my music, you best bop your head
okay, mm
how you gon’ not give suck? well, b-tch, this not your bed
when you gon’ dum-dum top me, b-tch, just don’t use hands

[chorus: joey trap]
where is my super suck?
i need to scoop her up
i know i f-ck with you, but i might shoot you up
i’m getting angry, i guess that makes two of us
if you ain’t suckin’ then you finna catch a bust

[bridge: joey trap & kxllswxtch]
or you finna catch a bust, i’m finna kick you out
i don’t take ubers, b-tch
stupid ho’
ahaha (yeah, uh)
[verse 3: kxllswxtch]
i [?] the p-ssy, like chia pet, uh
said he want beef [?], uh
she super sucked me, i needed that, uh
chris brown the p-ssy, like [?]
said he got smoke, like where-where-where it at?
give a b-tch a bone, like knick-knack paddywhack
ski masked up at your crib, can’t double back
yes, i’m strapped, like a b-tch with a f-nny pack
i keep a glock with a d-ck in my underpants
shoot at his feet, make him dance, do the running man
i do not f-ck with you, what the f-ck don’t you understand
box cutter on me, feel like i might cut a man
you rappers p-ssy, got ovaries, uh
i f-cked my ex, she not over me, uh
d-ck in her gut, she be yodeling, uh
i beat his ass if i’m low on some dopamine
split personalities, don’t f-ck with both of me
bare fists to his face if he told on me
j-panese b-tches what i f-ck when i’m overseas
tell her sit on my d-ck, like a toilet seat

[outr: joey trap]
i tote big drums sticks, with the collard greens
better get yourself [?]
big chop cross your neck, like a [?]
b-tch don’t give suck…

- joey trap

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