[Verse 1]
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She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfucker
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Other hoes can't touch her
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Fly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, baby
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Doin' every damn thing for J, baby
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And she luv to see a nigga on top
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Even though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spot
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But they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the real
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Got nerves of steel, feds can't make her squeal
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She's a freak in bed, love gettin' head
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Keep a nigga welfare wit plenty of bread
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Call her Superbitch, love nice shit
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All the high price shit, the golden ice shit
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Wit the game to mack, no strings attached
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Type of bitch only rich niggas dream they had
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All the money that she make, it be comin' to me
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And that's the version of the ideal woman to me
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Oh, you don't know?
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[Chorus]
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She's a Superbitch, a Superho
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'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go
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She's a Superbitch, a Superho
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'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to go
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I say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh?
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Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh?
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And if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh?
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You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right
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[Verse 2]
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She's a hood thang wit some good thangs
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Good looks and brains, bout makin' some change
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Talkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to see
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Might blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like me
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And the next for the playa, but I know ho's shit
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Cuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go get
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She's a polite assassin, always classy
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Exotic, erotic, far beyond trashy
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Female rider, keep the heat inside
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Down with gangsta shit and my getaway driver
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She is J's baby, number one lady
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Luv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazy
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She's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimp
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Know how to work these hoes and how to break these ???
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All the money that she make, be comin' to me
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And that's the version of the ideal woman to me
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Oh, you don't know?
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Who dat chick? Down to do that shit
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A Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sick
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Shorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lames
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If I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my name
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I'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the cars
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So I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broads
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Shit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worth
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You the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirt
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But until he done testified up in the court session
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And answered every question wit not to my recollection
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Now shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitch
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If you insist, I show you how real it can get
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Shit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aim
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Do time for my nigga, won't speak a name
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You don't know another chick can keep it realer than this
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Man, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on this
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Cuz I'm...
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[Chorus]
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[repeat until fade]
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Superb**cH
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JT Money |