Lyrics Super Clean / Super Hard - 8Ball & MJG , Killer Mike
I'm
super
clean
I'm
super
hard
Ultra
violet
baby
Shot
from
afar
B-b-bitch
don't
you
know
who
we
are?
B-b-bitch
don't
you
know
who
we
are?
Pimpin
I'm
super
clean
Pimpin
I'm
super
hard
Ain't
into
pimpin
but
Love
liven
and
super
broads
I'm
on
a
super
grind
I'm
out
here
gettin
mine
I
refuse
to
be
a
beggar
in
a
soup
line
I
tell
'em
'see
ya
later'
mothafucka
Soup
kitchen
You
can
catch
me
in
the
cater
Crank
off
30
spoke
First
eight
corner
dippin
You
should
see
the
volks
glisten
Similar
to
fo's
tippin
You
should
see
us
in
the
condo-minium
With
pretty
women
All
strippin
Bunch
of
playas
Shit,
yeah
We
all
tippin
I
took
a
bank
roll
Threw
a
couple
grand
Told
the
youngest
ho
"See
that's
how
I
do
my
superman"
And
you
a
super
girl
Good
hair,
super
curls
She
was
super
thick
And
she
sucked
some
super
dick
I
let
her
get
my
number
Told
her
hit
a
playa
later
I
told
my
wife
bout
her
And
we
did
a
will
and
jada
I'm
pimp
tight
MJ
I
know
you
mad
hatin
But
my
infra-red
beams
Spot
you
like
a
dalmatian
My
tuesday
hoe
Riding
round
with
my
friday
bitch
That's
what
you
call
teamwork
Nigga
try
that
shit
If
you
a
pimp
Pimpin
hard-
Keep
it
pimpin
Workin
hard
hoes
And
hard
working
women
I
gotta
caddy,
nigga
Nigga
want
to
get
a
caddy
A
caddilac
nigga?
No,
it's
the
super
caddy
With
a
super
motor
It
make
it
go
super
fast
Give
me
all
my
money
Bitch,
ho,
do
the
math
I
don't
even
want
half
Ho
I
want
it
all
My
money,
So
I'm
a
sag
the
drawers
And
put
you
mouth
up
Might
do
it
half
price
Just
right
too
Half
black
an
half
white
Don't
even
act
shy
Ho
I
know
you
with
it
Do
it
like
Vivica
Fox
did
it
Reach
out
and
get
it
(Yeaah)
Big
boss
My
girls
say
I
got
a
hustla
belly
She
like
to
climb
on
top
And
ride
that
rollacoaster
baby
Up
and
down
Round
and
round
Super
clean
super
mean
Fly,
like
a
gulfstream
Purple
in
my
bloodstream
Oh
yellow
Cinderlla
cigarillos
for
my
green
Hit
the
club
30
deep
like
a
football
team
Southern
rap
royalty
Hated
in
the
industry
Ghetto
super
star
Remember
love
for
us
in
the
street
Any
city
any
town
Stick
me
where
the
hood
at
Talkin
bout
my
life
up
on
this
mic
That's
what
I'm
good
at
Still
keep
my
heat
Even
though
I
know
them
boys
watchin
And
it
ain't
never
took
a
lot
For
me
to
get
it
poppin
I'm
droppin
shit
on
niggas
Talkin
bout
them
running
things
I'm
hitting
eagle
bitches
In
the
forehead
with
this
game
Lame
niggas
imitate
But
they
can't
do
it
the
same
Fuck
all
haters
Go
and
get
your
money
man
I'm
playa
fly
I'm
playa
fresh
Fresh
dressed
to
impress
Like
I'm
a
pimp's
pet
and
flesh
Animal
skins
What
a
man
Only
have
Mars
Slippers
4X
matching
vest
I'm
feeling
good
I'm
looking
hood
As
I'm
watch
the
world
Through
the
Benz
logo
on
the
hood
Fly
boy
fat
boy
Fat
boy
fly
boy
I
taught
women
it's
thick
Like
a
Man
I
startin
to
feel
Like
a
young
Willy
Dynamite
32
flavors
baby
Got
em
black
brown
white
Even
got
an
asian
Sex
is
amazing
Have
seen
her
ass
And
I
think
she's
Malaysian
Takin
your
over
class
And
she
said
when
I
hit
her
That
down
south
dick
Damn
near
ripped
her
and
split
her
Every
time
I'm
with
her
It's
grind
time
official
Cause
I
be
like
"ugh"
And
she
be
like
"killer"
1 Intro
2 10 G's
3 Can You Hear Me
4 2 Sides
5 Pressure
6 Pressure
7 Big Money, Big Cars
8 God In The Building
9 Super Clean / Super Hard
10 Super Clean/Super Hard
11 Woke Up This Mornin'
12 Bang!
13 Grandma's House
14 If I Can't Eat Right
15 I Gotcha
16 I'm The Shit!!!
17 Can You Buy That
18 You See It
19 Good-Bye - City Of Dope
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