MP The God - Superleggera lyrics

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MP The God - Superleggera lyrics

[Verse 1] Down a** b**h'll pull a hundred razors for me Dead a** shooters get a hundred haters for me Live my days like, sleep my nights like I could tell you but then again you believe the hype Have some cameras around maybe to film this Tomorrow ain't promised ball hard n***a, real sh** My life too much for this sh** not to be on camera These n***as amateurs just look at they parameters I'm OT ducking the D's, up north readying orders My n***a Gio for sure in Jamaica holding them quarters Cotton crews with a skully for really nilly it's Philly Milly in the wheely if these n***as drilly I squilly My word, still paying rent in drug money Still copping 3-for-1 Swishers with my girl's money Ugly but the hoes love me Small thing to a giant, get money Like this since I arose from the tummy Played it straight, switched my aim up But I promise you momma I ain't no gangster Don't worry about mine grind 'til I get it And God bless my moms cause she birthed that n***a, n***a [Hook] I'm having nightmares p**y n***as getting money having nightmares You duck n***as couldn't walk a mile in my Nike Airs Got a bad black b**h extensions in her hair Smell the haze on her breath so hood My b**h rock pink Tims with her sweats For my n***as thats getting it, f** them n***as that don't By any means necessary and f** them n***as that won't Hoping we die as gangsters and remember to go get my momma the Rolls [Verse 2] Panorama overhead, screens in the dash Watch the green turn to red, ease on the gas Dreams of lemon yellow Lambos, metal with rubber handles I hear n***as but I'm living on different channels Vintage rider, this sh** here comes with a driver A chef at home to chop the swordfish, steam the lobster Real n***as in my squad, check the roster, move like mobsters Whale watching, eating penne pasta Watch the Eagles on CBS, Super Bowl XXXIX on VHS That T.O. sh** still get n***as upset Dearly departed We wasn't broke but we was broken hearted God blessed the children raised by single mothers and fathers Thankful for O.G.'s set examples for all us You can stick to guns and spray and bu*ter what they taught us She spoiled rotten Rough s** on the softest cotton And if your boyfriend ain't got a deal b**h drop him [Hook]