Superb**ch Lyrics - Jt Money

[Verse 1] 

She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker 

Other hoes can't touch her 

Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby 

Doin' every damn thing for J, baby 

And she luv to see a nigga on top 

Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot 

But they can't fuck wit Slim, 'cause baby be the real 

Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal 

She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head 

Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread 

Call her Superbitch, love nice shit 

All the high price shit, the golden ice shit 

Wit the game to mack, no strings attached 

Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had 

All the money that she make, it be comin' to me 

And that's the version of the ideal woman to me 

Oh, you don't know? 

[Chorus] 

She's a Superbitch, a Superho 

'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go 

She's a Superbitch, a Superho 

'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go 

I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh? 

Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh? 

And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh? 

You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right 

[Verse 2] 

She's a hood thang wit some good thangs 

Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change 

Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see 

Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me 

And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit 

'cause that's slowin' down the money that she can go get 

She's a polite assassin, always classy 

Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy 

Female rider, keep the heat inside 

Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver 

She is J's baby, number one lady 

Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy 

She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp 

Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ??? 

All the money that she make, be comin' to me 

And that's the version of the ideal woman to me 

Oh, you don't know? 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3] 

Who dat chick? Down to do that shit 

A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick 

Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames 

If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name 

I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars 

So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads 

Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth 

You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt 

But until he done testified up in the court session 

And answered every question wit not to my recollection 

Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch 

If you insist, I show you how real it can get 

Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim 

Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name 

You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this 

Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this 

'cause I'm... 

[Chorus] 

[repeat until fade]