Supahood lyrics

[Intro]
Beats for the stars

[Verse 1: K. Michelle]
901 on my phone comin' through
Young n*gga, street dude, twenty-two
Sorry, I'm not 'bout to play wit' you (I'm so sorry)
'Cause if we f*ck and you f*ck up, then I'ma shoot (Shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis n*ggas drive me crazy (Crazy)
I may let him f*ck and he ain't even gotta pay me (He gotta pay)
He be wit' the sh*t, never Fugazi
He don't hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and now he like to buy my weed, and
He be all the drink I needed
I admit that I love this sh*t

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
'Cause the hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n*ggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my b*tch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my di*k
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my b*tch
[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
When they super hood that di*k be super good (Damn)
It's just somethin' 'bout them n*ggas when they out the hood (Yeah, hm)
I let him hold my car with no licence (Yep)
Knock a b*tch out, bite him like I'm Mike Tyson (Haha)
If he call me and I'm sleep, b*tch, I'm wakin' up (I'm wakin' up)
It's like every other week, we be breakin' up (Child, please)
The only n*gga that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (Yep)
I'm super crazy 'bout him, God know I love 'em hood (God knows)
I ain't goin' nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my n*ggas hood (Period)

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n*ggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my b*tch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my di*k
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my b*tch
[Verse 3: Kash Doll]
If he ain't a hood n*gga, why bother?
Rich'll make me call ya, but both with get you farther
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of n*gga used to trap out the Mirada
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin' O's to f*ckin' wit' CEO's
When bad b*tches get chose, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of n*gga soak my pus*y through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that's the kind I like
Kinda wild but that n*gga got his money right (Right)
If I tell him "It's a go", he won't hit the brakes
And you know that n*gga keep that fire on him just in case

[Pre-Chorus: K. Michelle]
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter
The hooder the better, we better together
The richer the n*gga, the pus*y get wetter (Yeah)

[Chorus: K. Michelle]
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my n*ggas
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my b*tch
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood (Super, super)
Super hood, I love my di*k
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good (Super, super)
Super good, I love my b*tch