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Super Bad

Max B, Paul Couture

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Intro Couture Verse 1: Max B Anybody can get it (Yeah), nobody exempt (Yeah) All my niggas is rich but nobody content All my niggas is thorough (Yeah), nobody pretends (Yeah) Don't trust them bitches, nobody your friends You see I married the streets but fell in love with the music Treated my bitch like shit, then she got her retribution See I believe in the justice (C'mon), restitution Poo got a life with the 30, minus the execution They gave me 75, got it chopped to a 20 Then got it down to a dozen, nigga, I'm good with the money Bigga, you good with the bitches, got a way with the ladies Couple steaks on the grill, I spend a day with the babies I dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smokin' ain't cool No playin' hooky today, you fuckers is goin' to school Never needed the bitch (Never), cheddar cheese in my grits That wasn't positive music, nigga, neither is this, yeah Chorus: Max B & French Montana I'm super bad (Super bad), super bad Where I'm from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Told 'em 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Fifty million dollars in chips (Montana), do the math Verse 2: French Montana Super bad (Super bad), super bad Where I'm from, all we promised a suit and tag (Suit and tag) Super bad (Super bad), super bad (Super bad) Where I'm from, we ain't trippin', all we do is laugh Open your eyes, bring the oohs and the ahs It's the more you got, halves to even the odds My bitch was a demon, had me poppin' pills, leanin' Had my dope subpoenaed, made it through the cracks like a genius Couldn't see Chinx in a box, and they gave Max 7-5 Journey since that genocide, then pull us back to the traps Why you think I'm drinkin', huh? My dope said, ""Don't tweak"" 'Cause I ain't had no shoes, but he ain't had no feet They called it a dream, I called it a plan I called it a theme, they called t a scam My vision way clearer than my VVS diamond link Baby, come float the boat, but don't let it sink You don't know the math, a whole different shoe And fuck about the past, it ain't nothin' new Chorus: Max B I'm super bad (Super bad), super bad Where I'm from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math Verse 3: Max B Yeah, do or die (Do or die), suit and tie (Yeah) Thousand dollar shoes, Louis on the side Lookin' good on the plane, get you good if you blink All my niggas, they smoke like a woman that drink Baby, come bring me some B&B, run it like DMC Eloquent music genius, don't fuck with that EMG No tippin' around the spot, they sniffin' around, it's hot The chopper, it got a scope, hit you from down the block Rock paper scissors, break they heart, play the bitches Got a game at the Garden, Knicks tonight, they play the Clippers I can eat about seven dogs (Yeah), do maybe seven bids (Yeah) Been down the hard road, you maybe never, kid Came at you motherfuckers with all that I could Four different babies, four different women and all of 'em good (All of 'em) Where I'm from only few can last, niggas'll shoot your ass My brothers, my cousins, even my mother, she super bad, yeah Chorus: Max B I'm super bad (Super bad), super bad Where I'm from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask Yeah, I'm super bad, super bad, super bad Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math Outro: Max B Montana, what's good? I see you, yeah Motherfucker super bad Bustdown Biggavell, Holy Couture Motherfucker super bad Yeah, Negro Spirituals, baby Motherfucker super bad Ain't nothin' spiritual about it We ride Motherfucker super bad --- Super Bad - French Montana, Paul Couture and Max B

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December 6, 2019

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