Christian Rich - Supaman lyrics

rate me

She tryin to run some game on me

She tryin’ to turn me on even when our game is off

She was hard at it, but her brain was soft

I came queen, but I stained the cloth

No chain to the bed moving slow as sloth

Nickel bad rock’n’roll track in the back rounds

Now my choice, nobody is love that sound

Around like the Mary go, like the fairies

Take a day off like Ferris Bueller nigga

Lay up inside the Paris Hilton, executive deluxe suits

Smackin’ on her butt cheeks if you listen close

You can her butt speak,

Squeak squeak squeak

f*ck the motherf*cker

they can’t touch me

simple sign go on the

so you wanna hear some rhymin’

Bong bong, here I am

Sazaam, man

Supaman

Goddamn!

The crew consist of lifers

Three time strikers

Niggas, spending vacations in rifers

My bitches they go f*ck the forty vipers

Stkateborders now like us

No true is like us

Tryin’ to have a tape, tryin’ to simulate

Their words they don’t penetrate

Their heads don’t stimulate

Money G is on the whip,

Hundred bees in the club

Hundred dogs in my club,

Hundred hoes on the struck,

Hundred days around the world,

Five one hundred ways

You say I love my girl

A hundred shuts before I earl,

Hundred rocks around the pearl

Money can’t stopping be ..

Hundred blocks of my hood, ..

Escaping green .. and can’t stop

My bitch asking mine so asking this

Simple sign and call the pipe and

Tell you wanna hear some lightment

Hahaha, bong bong

Girl I am Sazaam nigga, Supaman

Damn!