Superb*tches lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Verse 1]
Every long time ago
From my brother Nal
Brawl came lifting your paper
Got to go
I think about it every nite
After the shows over
Situation for those who don't know
I met her at the superbowl
Had to snatch her off one of the broncos
He won the game but he lost his breeze
Cos here me she me thing
In my bed while she freakin
Its been 2 years since I met her
Since we been together
We made a lot of chedder
Picture some sh*t
Had no drama
Didn't have no sh*t or stick
When I was broke my baby help me get rich

(Chorus)
Superb*tches
I like Superb*tches
All about they man
And procting they riches
And if u take me downtown
Ill be counting my chickens
It ain't nothing missing
Like it then don't listen
Cos its just Superb*tches
They looking at me funny
But I know your paying attention
Every word that they saying you better belive it
And if you don't shell be sitting in the kitchen waiting to hitchen
Tell you bout my superb*tch
Give me the point to assure
That she gonna keep my sh*t
Lock down n*gga
Ain't nobody every
Fit better
Around this little n*ggas digga
So I figure
Be a super trick
On my superb*tch
Got them blam blames on her wrist
And as long as she f*cking with this
Im am gonna lace her with the stuff that make your eyes squint
For my b*tch
n*gga like super quick
Won't think sh*t
Met her kids buying hundreds of gifts
That she blessing me with
The way I walked her out n*gga
Its with her
Don't even think another n*gga could get her
She gonna role with me as I get bigga
And for hating she a killer n*gga
That's my superb*tch

(Chorus)
I can always tell a superb*tch
She love her kicks
Only wear the flyist sh*t
All she get she work for it
Dirt for it
Flirt for it
Baby what u working with
Get your arse dream about her
Get home in your bed
Won't sleep without her
Say it louder n*gga
And it taste good when you licker
And bust quick when u sticker
Boy I like a superb*tch
So when u see me in my rover that's who im with
She probably driving it
Getting high in it
And if the boys pull her over she hiding the sh*t
And bind with it
That's my baby and she down with this gansta sh*t
And good at it
That my superb*tch
And when im done with this im going home to my superb*tch
(Chorus)
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