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letra de super (remix) (v2) - rotorial

[intro: cordae]
yeah, yeah, yeah (woo, woo, woo)
huh, huh

[chorus: cordae]
last year, i made seven million
didn’t have to do a single f-ckin’ show
shout out to my n-ggas up at coca-cola
for the check they cut me at the super bowl
all my life moments is a super woah
my n-gga dr. dre, he got a super boat
last night, i was textin’ jack dorsey
that’s the perks you get from being super dope

[verse 1: cordae]
this is real life, ain’t no actin’ it
all these rap n-ggas, they be brad pittin’ (uh)
every little thing i do is mad different (yeah)
got my lil’ cousin playin’ badminton (yeah)
gave my lil’ bro a quick fifty piece
he got the whole motherf-ckin’ trap hittin’
i been stackin’ up all these assets
can’t be conductin’ any bad business (nah)
like woah, hey, i keep that drip on me
my n-gga, i’m big homie (big homie)
huh, hey, i can’t ever slip homie
my mama might flip on me (might flip on me)
like woah, hey, drop-top coupe in the motherf-ckin’ summer
i rest my case (rest my case)
like huh, hey, i’ma live life to the fullest
with every single breath i take, uh-huh (every breath i take)
let me tell you lil’ n-ggas something real quick (uh)
hatin’-ass ho, you can suck my d-ck (suck it)
get cold every time that you touch my wrist
i’m the greatest, n-gga, you can’t f-ck with this (nah)
my n-ggas pull up in them chevys and bimmers
we all young and rich, you can’t check my demeanor
i just bought a birkin for my aunt regina
i been getting money since i was a senior, but (woo)
[chorus: cordae]
last year, i made seven million
didn’t have to do a single f-ckin’ show
shout out to my n-ggas up at coca-cola
for the check they cut me at the super bowl
all my life moments is a super woah
my n-gga dr. dre, he got a super boat
last night, i was textin’ jack dorsey
that’s the perks you get from being super dope

[verse 2: juice wrld, cordae]
new kel-tec, b-tch, hit you in your neck, uh, uh, uh
disrespect then i’m gon’ take your breath, uh, uh, uh
in the trap, whip crack and crystal meth, uh, uh, uh
in a sec’, intercept, cut your stom’, case you say sh-t
um, every day i’m on go mode with a four-oh up in my pants
slump off of the percs and the codeine, no more can i ever do xans
um, i take drugs when i’m copin’, uh
mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
[…] like what?
i heard that that was your homie, yeah, i got lean- (uh)
wet, huh, just like a slip n’ slide
she gon’ let me f-ck, huh, yeah, i get inside
chopper heat seeker, run, but you can’t hide
police on my ass, buckle up, let’s go for a ride, ayy, uh
[chorus: cordae, juice wrld]
last year, i made seven million (haha)
didn’t have to do a single f-ckin’ show (yeah, uh-huh)
shout out to my n-ggas up at coca-cola (uh-huh, yeah, okay)
for the check they cut me at the super bowl (okay, okay, okay)
all my life moments is a super woah (huh, yeah, huh)
my n-gga dr. dre, he got a super boat
last night, i was textin’ jack dorsey
that’s the perks you get from being super dope

[verse 3: polo g, juice wrld, stunna 4 vegas]
the strip after school, couldn’t wait ’til i got out of class, used to stare at the clock and sh-t
before all of this rappin’ sh-t, i was g-ngb-ngin’ and doin’ high-speeds on the cops and sh-t (uh, no limit gang)
and i’m straight from the chi, but i ball like a king up in cali and shoot like stojaković
keep applyin’ that pressure, i go on the run, it ain’t no lettin’ it up, ain’t no stoppin’ this (one more, that’s five times platinum)
had to tell my lil’ brother to chill, gotta stay in the house, come outside, he be poppin’ sh-t
you ain’t heard about us, well, you need to go watch the news, n-ggas know we be dropping sh-t
got the feds on my ass in the hood ’cause they think i’m the one who been buyin’ up glocks and sh-t
i’m just focused on music, they say my last tape was a classic, but i got some hotter sh-t (hotter sh-t)
might be rocking a show or if i’m not up the stu’, then i’m f-cking this cash off
don’t you know polo g? skinny tall with the dreads, that lil’ n-gga be rappin’ his ass off
yeah, i heard she got surgery, still wanna clap from the back just to see if her ass soft
go like harden with rockets, we blast off
tried to throw us some bullets, but we made ’em fumble, like nah, you ain’t gettin’ that pass off
spin the block, now i’m takin’ my mask off
hit the gas like we racin’, speed off in them foreigns and leave tire marks on the asphalt
it’s gon’ be r.i.p. once your ass caught
he like frontin’, we knockin’ his cap off
‘nother day, a new chain or a mac bought
all this ice got me freezin’ like jack frost (4x, that boy a-)
[outro]
one day, one day
i can survive
i can survive
hey, hey (i can survive)

- rotorial

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