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[Verse 1]She's a hustler, get it off the muscler, raw motherfuckerOther hoes can't touch herFly bitch, do or die bitch, my bitch don't play, babyDoin' every damn thing for J, babyAnd she luv to see a nigga on topEven though she know there's other bitches wantin' the spotBut they can't fuck wit Slim, cuz baby be the realGot nerves of steel, feds can't make her squealShe's a freak in bed, love gettin' headKeep a nigga welfare wit plenty of breadCall her Superbitch, love nice shitAll the high price shit, the golden ice shitWit the game to mack, no strings attachedType of bitch only rich niggas dream they hadAll the money that she make, it be comin' to meAnd that's the version of the ideal woman to meOh, you don't know?[Chorus]She's a Superbitch, a Superho'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to goShe's a Superbitch, a Superho'Bout chasin' flow, and always good to goI say, now where J's babies at (Hey) Huh?Where my hustlin' ladies at (Right here) Huh?Letras de cancionesAnd if you freaks start makin' stacks (You know it) Huh?You a female mack, You a (I'm a female mack) That's right[Verse 2]She's a hood thang wit some good thangsGood looks and brains, bout makin' some changeTalkin' fine as fuck, for all eyes to seeMight blow a lil' weed and be on the grind like meAnd the next for the playa, but I know ho's shitCuz that's slowin' down the money that she can go getShe's a polite assassin, always classyExotic, erotic, far beyond trashyFemale rider, keep the heat insideDown with gangsta shit and my getaway driverShe is J's baby, number one ladyLuv the way she play me and drive these niggas crazyShe's a ??? Swiss, and I'm her pimpKnow how to work these hoes and how to break these ???All the money that she make, be comin' to meAnd that's the version of the ideal woman to meOh, you don't know?[Chorus][Verse 3]Who dat chick? Down to do that shitA Superbitch, I ride wit a crew that's sickShorty keep it off the chains, I don't fuck wit lamesIf I'm pushin' my nigga whip, better send my nameI'm the one wit the keys to the cribs and the carsSo I ain't worried at all bout y'all other broadsShit, a nigga gon' flirt, for whatever it's worthYou the fool if you twerk and let him get in your skirtBut until he done testified up in the court sessionAnd answered every question wit not to my recollectionNow shorty gettin' steppin', a Superbitch don't snitchIf you insist, I show you how real it can getShit, I ride for my nigga, grab the heat and aimDo time for my nigga, won't speak a nameYou don't know another chick can keep it realer than thisMan, all y'all niggas gotta feel me on thisCuz I'm...[Chorus][repeat until fade] From Letras Mania