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Superman / Beyonce / Chanel

 

Superman / Beyonce / Chanel


[Superman]

I pull my dick out a dickie suit, hit your bitch right on the couch in your living room
I sip codeine like it's Campbell soup, I gave her a twenty she say that she feel like a prostitute
I fuck her she cover the Uber fare, make her beat on her booty like I'm [?]
Green diamond kryptonite, but that's the rock on me, hoes treat me better than Superman
Transport the bands in a moving van, when you really getting money, niggas gone try to milk you like it's 2 percent
I pull a bitch out of KOD, I take a percentage she call me her manager
Money maker my parameters, shawty be talking provocative
I already know her prerogative, she wanna come see the Maybach
I told her to scroll 31st on the Calendar
She wanna come fuck with a nigga, I whip the cayenne like a motherfucking challenger
I whip that four to a nine, I whip that nine to a Bentley
Still in the kitchen like Gordon, wasn't content with a Penny

Battle of the bands
Battle of the bands
Battle of the bands
Battle of the bands

[Beyonce]

Why these bitches think that they Beyonce
Why these bitches think that they Beyonce

I changed my number on them bitches they won't check on me
They treat me different, now I'm walking with the check on me
Nike, Nike, Nike got that check on me
Now she wanna be my wifey, got that check on me

We offer a deal, in the Alfa Romeo
She want my bread, bread, bread, I offer the mayo
I love that hrrr sound, bitch I ain't taking no days off
Two bitches, one top me, one taking my braids out
No more playing fair, I'm [?] doing layups
Do a tour through the strip clubs in Atlanta, Vlive and Pin Ups
Yellow diamonds on my body dripping looking like a little chick fil a sauce
In the club feeling like Usher, I had to fuck her, they gone hear us if they cut the base off

I changed my number on them bitches they won't check on me
They treat me different, now I'm walking with the check on me
Nike, Nike, Nike got that check on me
Now she wanna be my wifey, got that check on me
Why these bitches think that they Beyonce
Why these bitches think that they Beyonce
All that bullshit that you doing it keep you single lady, I'm thumbing through them hundreds like they singles baby yeah

I hold her, you propose her
In [?] with them cards playing poker, I need one bitch from out of Vogue, one out of Stroker's
I hopped right out the grand Rapide, hopped in the Vulcan
I threw them bands in the bag, [?] look bulky
We pushed our Porsche Panamera pass by the porkies
[?] diamond choker for my lil yorkie
[?] my pockets on Norbit, enormous

I changed my number on them bitches they won't check on me
They treat me different, now I'm walking with the check on me
Nike, Nike, Nike got that check on me
Now she wanna be my wifey, got that check on me
Why these bitches think that they Beyonce
Why these bitches think that they Beyonce
All that bullshit that you doing it keep you single lady, I'm thumbing through them hundreds like they singles baby yeah

[Chanel]

We done worked way too hard
We done worked way too hard
We done worked way way way way
We done worked way way way way

Now I rock Chanel like they shell toes, my lil bitch telling me she want a Chanel tote
Every week I change my number like I sell dope
I ain't with that funny business, I don't tell jokes
That lil bitch telling you she love you and you fell for it
You live you learn but you my bro I'll give you hell for it
My bitch so loyal, she deserve a lil Chanel for it
These bitches cross, you get across and get some nails for it
Don't let that bitch in your pockets, protect your presidents like secret service
I pour a four of easter pink, like easter Sunday service
I paid em for it, now the foreign's in reversal
That money got my mind going in a circle

We done worked way too hard
We done worked way too hard
We done worked way way way way
We done worked way way way way
Now I rock Chanel like they shell toes, my lil bitch telling me she want a Chanel tote
Every week I change my number like I sell dope
I ain't with that funny business, I don't tell jokes
We done worked way way way way
We done worked way way way way
We done worked way way way way
We done worked way way way way

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