WillThaRapper - Super Villianz lyrics

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WillThaRapper - Super Villianz lyrics

[Intro] What it do Will Do Will, do will, do will It's me, It's me, it's me I swear to God, I'm f**ing back [Verse 1] b**h we some super villains (aye) We ain't savin' sh**, b**h we k**in' (aye) And we won't stop till we make a million (aye) Double that sold in the buildin' (aye) Money stacked to the f**ing ceiling (aye) Call papa he got this finished (aye) My squad turned, we don't do no chillin' (aye) Get rich that's the f**in' mission (aye) [Verse 2] Look I come through yo' block With that lead on that Glock n***as probably stickin' I'm blockin' that shot Shoot up his top, shoot up his block Flirt with his b**h then give me some top Hit her from the back while I'm smokin' from a pack Hit it real quick, you can have her right back [?] that's for the bros She dress like a pimp we been trainin' her go Hold on one moment, put the chain to the floor I was rappin' real fast, let me go a little slow, uh [Verse 3] Now I need everyone to team up If you fake we gon' wet that boy T up And you know we'll gasoline her Boy she a diva you can't please her (aye) But when the time come we gonna squeeze her [Verse 4] I be hot like I'm Superman Power in my Ruger man I don't smoke no fake for favours We call her like two can sam Yo, where my shooter at Yo, be computer Macs Skkrt, then we shoot ‘em And we score and then ya'll lose a man I be ‘bout this money Give a sh** bout no loser fam b**hes out here say they love me That sh** be confusing them Aye I'm not Superman Aye, I won't do you man Aye, you not Louis Slang Aye, don't know who you am Aye, Is bout 30 in this 50 f** a n***a feelins' Do you 30 in a jiffy, head off while you driven I mean driving man I'm higher than the f**in' ceiling My b**h mad at me Don't give a f** about her feelins' [Verse 5] Swear I smoke so much like I don't wanna smoke no mo' I f**ed your b**h so much don't even wanna throw no mo' (uh) n***as hot up in these streets don't need a code no mo' (aye) Hide up in the Boucherie don't wanna roll no mo' (aye) I'm freestyling on this sh** don't wanna rap no mo' (oh) Told that b**h I'm in the streets don't wanna trap no mo' (aye) Told that b**h I'm in her booth don't wanna trod no mo' (aye) Told that b**h she gotta go don't wanna clock no mo' (aye) Told that b**h she on my line don't wanna talk no mo' (aye) She ain't scared to drop me off I don't wanna walk no mo' (aye) [Verse 6] I told that b**h to find her own way home (aye, aye) Told that b**h to take the long way home (aye, aye) Freestyling see my mind way gone (aye, aye) It's on the muscle why my line's way strong (aye, aye) That b**h told me Will, man you a beat crusher I told that b**h f** rap, I'm a street runner (aye) That b**h p**y wet, like water I told that b**h you wanna f**, place a quarter (aye, aye) I'm f**ing b**hes in the Careo (aye) I f** her good she gotta get carried though (aye) Aye I'm in the streets these p**y n***as took the scary route I want the cheese lil' n***a I took the dairy road (aye) You n***as lactose intolerant (aye) I pull my thirty out and get to poppin' it (aye) If I see her then I'm dropping her Dead bodies all on this block and sh** (aye) (Aye, aye, aye, aye -)