Lyrics for K. Michelle, City Girls & Kash Doll – ‘SUPAHOOD’
901 on my phone comin’ through
Young nigga, street dude, twenty-two
Sorry, I’m not ’bout to play wit’ you (I’m so sorry)
‘Cause if we fuckin’, you fuck off, then I’ma shoot (shoot, yeah, shoot)
Memphis niggas drive me crazy (crazy)
I may let him fuck and he ain’t even gotta pay me (he gotta pay)
He be wit’ the shit, never fugazi
He don’t hesitate to shoot for a lady
I roll his weed and how he like to buy my weave
And he be off the drank, I need it
I admit that I love this shit
‘Cause the hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (yeah)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
When they super hood, yeah, that be super good (damn)
It’s just somethin’ ’bout them niggas when they out the hood (ow)
I let him hold my car with no licence (yep)
Knock a bitch out, got ’em like I’m Mike Tyson (ha ha)
If he call me and I’m sleep, bitch, I’m wakin’ up (I’m wakin’ up)
It’s like every other week, we be breakin’ up (child, please)
The only nigga that can smoke weed in my car
If we get pulled over, stash the weed in my bra
Let him hit raw, might give a baby to him (yep)
I’m super crazy ’bout him, God know I love ’em hood (God knows)
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, lets get that understood
I just love my niggas hood (period)
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (yeah)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
If he ain’t a hood nigga, why bother?
Rich’ll make me call ya but both’ll get you farther
A block baby with more cabbage than a farmer
The type of nigga used to trap out the Mirada
Used to have goals but he got rid of those
Went from movin’ O’s to fuckin’ wit’ CEO’s
When bad bitches get chose, neck and wrists get froze
And them the type of nigga’s, soak my pussy through my clothes
And um, chocolate brown, nice smile, that’s the kind I like
Kinda wild but that nigga got his money right (right)
If I tell him “It’s a go”, he won’t hit the brakes
And you know that nigga keep that fire on him just in case
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter
The hooder the better, we badder together
The richer the nigga, the pussy get wetter (yeah)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my niggas
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my bitch
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood (super, super)
Super hood, I love my dick
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good (super, super)
Super good, I love my bitch
Songwriters: Arkeisha Knight / Caresha Brownlee / Daniel Bryant / Kimberly Michelle Pate / Kasey Rashel Sims / Rafael Dewayne Ishman / Ronni Jackson
