Max B

"Super Bad"

[Verse 1: Max B]
Anybody can get it, nobody exempt
All my n*ggas is rich but nobody contempt
All my n*ggas is thoro, nobody pretends
Don’t trust them b*tches nobody 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, restitution
Poo got a life with the 30 minus the execution
They gave me 75, got it chopped to a 20
Then got it down to a dozen n*gga 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*gga neither is this yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
I’m super bad super bad
Where I’m from you n*ggas 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]
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[Chorus: Max B]
I’m super bad super bad
Where I’m from you n*ggas 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 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*ggas they smoke like a woman that drink
Baby bring me some baby run it like DMC
Eloquent music genius, 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*ggas'll shoot your ass
My brothers my cousins, even my mother she super bad yeah

[Chorus]
I’m super bad super bad
Where I’m from you n*ggas 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*ggas out there all my crew yeah motherf*cker super bad all my b*tches uncle mook all my n*ggas 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*ggas motherf*cker super bad

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