Super Bad lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Got blue diamonds in my chain but I ain't motherf*ckin' crippin'
Naw n*gga, I ain't lowkey, y'all just motherf*ckin' slippin'
If you caught some blue dream n*gga that ain't even pimpin'
Thousand pounds of OG in and I wrap 'em like crystal
If you n*ggas wanna get it, cost you 35 50
You can park your Honda Civic baby, come jump in my Bentley
I rather that we go together than you try to go against me
I got a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, gotta kiss that
Ass fat, pus*y real good, my little nat nat
Slow your roll, gotta hold on when she throw it back
Know your roll, gotta go strong when we in the sack
And I treat that like a queen, clean when I meet that
And I freak that, trick her outta jeans, beat her from the back
Then I tease me, better please me, like you need me
And if need be, ya better bring me them 60 PT

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
[Verse 2: K Camp]
f*ckin' with little shawty cause her head strong
Gave her 10k told her buy a purse
She only wanna n*gga cause the bread long
But she f*ck me like a vet so we can make it work
Louie V, Dior, she be wantin' more
Take her on the road and make me f*ck her on the tour
f*ck her on the tour, I said f*ck her on the tour
Shawty bust for everybody like she bout to go to war
We don't do no cuffin', I let bro hit her
If he don't get no love, I bet Bo get her
But she a bad b*tch makin' more figures
Than half you n*ggas out there and you know n*gga

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch

[Verse 3: Trinidad James]
Super bad b*tch, super bad wrist
I got a queen in the Audi, she ain't average
I got a Clark, Atlanta, brown skin, nasty
I got a spare me, bad b*tch, classy
I got a gangsta b*tch, do whatever I say
So roll my Backwoods and keep a throw-away
I know that pus*y good and that ass goin' crazy
And she gone flip for me if a n*gga play it
I look back on my life, I swear to God I feel amazing
I put the pimpin' to make a b*tch refrain this
White girl, white girls, you know I'm not a stranger
And all my spanish girls, hasta luego
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
She a bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch
Bad b*tch, super bad b*tch, super bad b*tch