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letra de Super Bad - Max B

[verse 1: max b]
anybody can get it, n-body exempt
all my n-gg-s is rich but n-body contempt
all my n-gg-s is thoro, n-body pretends
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, rest-tution
poo got a life with the 30 minus the execution
they gave me 75, got it dropped 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, spend a day with the babies
dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smoking ain’t cool
no playing hooky today, you f-ckers are going to school
never needed the b-tch, cheddar cheese on my grits
that’s wasn’t positive music, n-gg- neither is this yeah

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

[verse 2: french montana]

[verse 3: max b]
do or die (do or die), suit & tie (yea)
thousand dollar shoes, louis on the side
looking good on the plane, get you good if you blink
all my n-gg-s they smoke like a woman that drink
baby bring me some baby run it like dmc
eloquent music g*nius, don’t f-ck with that emg
no tipping around the spot, they sniffing 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, do maybe seven bids
been down the hard road, you maybe never kid
came at you mother f-ckers with all that i could
four different babies, four different woman and all of ’em good
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

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

(outro)
boss don biggavel paul couture mother f-cking super bad yea negro spirituals baby motherf-cker super bad ain’t nothing spiritual about it we riding mother f-cker super bad yeah emg baby motherf-cker super bad frank what’s good i see you yeah motherf-cker super bad black i see you motherf-cker super bad montana what’s good i see you yeah motherf-cker super bad all my mother f-cking n-gg-s out there all my crew yeah motherf-cker super bad all my b-tches uncle mook all my n-gg-s yeah we motherf-cker super bad f-ck the mother f-cking police strong yeah we motherf-cking super bad f-ck with me none of them n-gg-s motherf-cker super bad

- max b

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