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Supersoka

 

Supersoka

(album: 7 Series - 2017)


Yeah, you know
Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Got hunnid, fifty, no stress
Bend it over, yoga stretch
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got moves, yeah
You know, titties tugging on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clapping with her two legs

Woo, money man on a mission
I got 'em standing at attention
I just throw my hand like I'm fishing
I just give that ass some ambition
I'm really hoping I can touch it, no conditions
You say you need a shot, well I got hella ammunition
Just pop something for me, while I pop another Rosé
Now she looking at me like, "Don't spray"
I'm just saying, huh, you know I'm the man, huh
Rolling up a gram, huh, toss a couple grands high
It's your jam, huh, peanut butter skin, huh
Where you been all my life? Where you been? Huh
Parking lot pimping out at Follies (woah)
Thought I seen your ass looking thottie (woah woah)

I kill the scene, zip it up inside a body bag
And then I dump a bag on your body

Got hunnid, fifty, no stress
Bend it over, yoga stretch
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got moves, yeah
You know, titties tugging on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clapping with her two legs

Woah
Bend it over, head and shoulders
Money shower, drop and hold it
Your friends bussing it but you been talking only
I can tell you, Kelly Rowland
Baby, better get your mind and your act right
And know that I am not the holding back type
She told me sit like my hands 'round my back tied
And let her come and take me on my last ride, woah
Who am I, baby? Who am I?
Cold nigga, poe pimping like it's Do or Die

I killed her (uh), zip it up inside a body bag
And then I throw a bag on your body

Got hunnid, fifty, no stress
Bend it over, yoga stretch
Supersoaka, change clothes
Different city, same hoes
Bust a move, she got moves, yeah
You know, titties tugging on my jewels, yeah
You know, Stacey Dash, shawty clueless
Hands down, head clapping with her two legs

You know
You know
You know

done

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