SuperBad (feat. Luckus)

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Axel Jay

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Ahh
Just call me Super Bad, like
Imma drop the heat, heat
I need some fans and the money lookin sweet, sweet
I need some bands that’ll put me in a suite, suite
Right by the sand so I let the diamonds dance
So that put you in a trance, OK
Always up I’m never down, like Post Malone they sayin' wow
We party till the sun around, like I took off my cap and gown
Get played at every party got the hottie askin' what’s that sound
Superbad put on repeat cuz we are billy bound
I don’t need no AC my AP fully loaded, yeah that song is pretty fire but I really doubt you wrote it
Put my ass in a Mercedes, didn’t like it so I sold it
Different story for the Ashton hit 180 then I roll it
You call her wifey but she ain’t no ting, cuz I asked your girl if you’re her man she said you just a fling
Then she hit my line at one a.m... I let it ring
Cuz my shawty got some room on her ring finger for some bling, no, 'kay
Get the champagne let it pop, man these perkeys gotta stop
But this drink still need some bop
Man your girl sound like a maniac, arrested and a cardiac
This whiskey watered down from my freshman year, call it rainy jack
Bad and boujee how I like it, gettin moody, room at Hyatt
She hear everything I say I didn’t know this place was quiet
Imma make a bop then just retire
But I’ve always worn the crown that’s why the rap game call me sire, yah
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
The way she's lookin at me bout ta make her boyfriend mad
'Cause I'm a sav, I'm a sav, I'm a sav
When she see that ice she gon leave him where he at
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
The way she's lookin at me bout ta make her boyfriend mad
'Cause I'm a sav, I'm a sav, I'm a sav
You don't know my name? Just call me super bad
Working with my feet, feet
Two step and I Dougie on a bitch, I hit the beat, beat
Same way Imma hit up on a snitch that code a cheat, cheat
Wonder how I’m getting really rich, I give my mom a couple thousand
One Ohana, word to Stitch
Get me a bag, she nasty
You gon' get your ass beat, tell my why yo baby mamma sittin' in the backseat
Moving to the city, f*ck a car I’ll get a taxi
House in the islands nobody tax me
Shawty like the way I’m always walking with the bands
100s make her do the dance
I bought her a big rock and payed it off in advance
Meanwhile you writing love letters in comic sans, no
I don’t want a deal if it ain’t three 0's
Can you show me how far down the seat goes? Dudes will really simp out for an emo
I just see a lost clown but we ain’t watching Nemo
Oh me oh my I’m sorry, diamonds dancing on my body
Nothing like a loyal shawty, 999-shit, shoutout Lotti
She got it bad, she got it mad
She keep her hands on me like we been playin tag
I got a bag, pockets sag
Don’t want her less she been front cover of a mag, no
One, two, three, four
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
The way she lookin at me bout ta make her boyfriend mad
'Cause I'm a sav, I'm a sav, I'm a sav
When she see my ice she gon leave him where he at
Shawty bad, shawty bad, shawty bad
The way she lookin at me bout ta make her boyfriend mad
'Cause I'm a sav, I'm a sav, I'm a sav
You don't know my name? Just call me super bad, like

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