Lyrics:
I work at the Super 8
Down there by the interstate
I do the things nobody wants to do
It keeps dinner on my plate
I keep my mouth shut I'm never
business
And if I had my fifteen minutes, I must have missed 'em
Twenty years old is when I came in the game
And now it's eight years on and you
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
On The Fifth Santa Was Super Cool
Gave Me And My Fam A Cool New Pool
On The Six I Got Some Drums
Man Is Christmas So Much Fun
7th And The 8th Was OK
The 9th
I'm telling a lie
I deal with stress by gripping a knife
Cuz everyone knows black boys don't cry
Everyone knows black boys don't cry
Niggas don't cry
knobby
Drive by on your block but the license plate was foggy
They see us and all they do is copy
Heard you dropped a tape and heard that shit was floppy
niggas nuts
Started on 2 twenty 8 when I was 8
Calvin couldn't keep me safe in Empire State
His sons aint for play they wanted by Jake
Needless to say
on a birthday cake
I’m a problem like 104 divided by 8
Multiply it by infinity manifest the trinity
Represent the holy ghost God grant me serenity
To accept what
wasn't an issue
Nigga I got fifity thousand dollars worth in tennis shoes
You gotta take an L if you want a fuckin' W
I started in a Super 8, I'm
like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
Gas for Huntington and back, barely
Equipped with Super-Soakers full of piss and an uncanny knack for constantly upsetting pigs by doing stupid shit
Theres a bunch of birds in the sky
And some deers just went running by
Oh the snows pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just another sunday
that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin'
know me since I hit the top
Ayy this a Rollie, not a stopwatch
Shit don't ever stop
This the flow that got the block
Hot, shit got super hot, ayy
Give me
Oh my what a night I'm a wake
Up in the morning like oh, oh
She super fine she looking at me
With them light brown we in the back seat
Shawty body
thang
Oh you nigga super drippy
Wit many men no I am not 50
Call me a bitch to and scoop me
Drive by's in a stolen hoop dee
Gang signs out the same hoop
industry
I'm so super trap, boy I'm so in the streets
Turn the eight ball to a quarter ki
Hustlin' all night, Fredo don't sleep
Say he want five, meet me
second hit
They get you real high they get you super lit
I make you bounce ya head they gotta make me rich
I can’t hear low offers I need 8 figures shit
bitch on a boat
She used to the average shit today with the goats
Shit right off the top feel like it's written by some ghosts
If I let you talk then when
it's the fountain of youth
But the people look at me like Reezyy you the truth
Super Saiyan on the beats i'm a demon in the booth
You8 can hear it in my
Fine Like wine!
Fine Like wine!
Yeah she Fine Like Wine.
Say she got a figure 8 like a rozay bottle,
Mehn I swear to God say she a super model,
And she
them catch a night wave
While I make the slide play whoa
I could use a nap or two days of snoozing
Rap is kind of hard look, Super Smack
Listen I just
Evil super model, she know how to swallow
Drown pain with a bottle, it'll be gone by tomorrow
Born to take, not to borrow and she gonna blow it all
the fuck you in a super 8
Show no love for the kid all you do is hate
If you want more all you really gotta do is wait
(Bridge)
cll by myself o ya im
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