Yeah, $uperF!y
I'm feeling good, I got motion, take care of my family
Got hoes and shit but you know how it goes
Cruisin' in New York with this freaky bitch
She just wanna bop, watch her suck while whippin
Gotta get this money, yeah I'm pitchin' chickens
Heatin' up the pot, watch me water whip it
I've seen niggas that I know turn to snakes
It don't matter nigga, I just want the pape
Bad bitch she just want me put it in her face
Watch her kiss it, watch her lick it
Then I f*ck her, get up in it
Then I f*ck her, suck her titties
Like damn bae, I miss you
If you can dream it, you can do it
Look at me, I'm really livin'
I understand no struggle, there's no progress
But I serve hand to hand and that's a risk each and every day
Remember I was broke, didn't have no pape
Now I'm turnt up, bitches tryna have my baby
That's facts nigga, I got Rick Owens T
Ricky's for the feet, Balenci' is the jeans
$uperF!y - Cruisin' Lyrics
$uperF!y - Cruisin' Lyrics
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Yeah, $uperF!y
I'm feeling good, I got motion, take care of my family
Got hoes and shit but you know how it goes
Cruisin' in New York with this freaky bitch
She just wanna bop, watch her suck while whippin
Gotta get this money, yeah I'm pitchin' chickens
Heatin' up the pot, watch me water whip it
I've seen niggas that I know turn to snakes
It don't matter nigga, I just want the pape
Bad bitch she just want me put it in her face
Watch her kiss it, watch her lick it
Then I f*ck her, get up in it
Then I f*ck her, suck her titties
Like damn bae, I miss you
If you can dream it, you can do it
Look at me, I'm really livin'
I understand no struggle, there's no progress
But I serve hand to hand and that's a risk each and every day
Remember I was broke, didn't have no pape
Now I'm turnt up, bitches tryna have my baby
That's facts nigga, I got Rick Owens T
Ricky's for the feet, Balenci' is the jeans
I'm feeling good, I got motion, take care of my family
Got hoes and shit but you know how it goes
Cruisin' in New York with this freaky bitch
She just wanna bop, watch her suck while whippin
Gotta get this money, yeah I'm pitchin' chickens
Heatin' up the pot, watch me water whip it
I've seen niggas that I know turn to snakes
It don't matter nigga, I just want the pape
Bad bitch she just want me put it in her face
Watch her kiss it, watch her lick it
Then I f*ck her, get up in it
Then I f*ck her, suck her titties
Like damn bae, I miss you
If you can dream it, you can do it
Look at me, I'm really livin'
I understand no struggle, there's no progress
But I serve hand to hand and that's a risk each and every day
Remember I was broke, didn't have no pape
Now I'm turnt up, bitches tryna have my baby
That's facts nigga, I got Rick Owens T
Ricky's for the feet, Balenci' is the jeans
Writer: Alfonso Santiago-White
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