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s.r.a (super royal ace) - o.a.n. music lyrics

[intro]
yo’ yo’ yo’ tittle in the house b*tches!
i’m ‘bouta cook you into french onion to the soup

[verse 1]
b*tches calls me tittle ‘cause i ain’t ‘fraid to cut a b*tch
(cu*cu*cut a b*tch)
(cu*cu*cut a b*tch)
like
b*tches tryna get with me
but in a minute you’ll be sorry
b*tch i might be ace but when i’m done with you you’ll be in a neck brace

[verse 2]
b*tch he gon’ cut you
like you a zucchini
you act tough but your d*ck lookin’ real teeny
honey, you should really call it quits
because b*tch i married him for
(these big tits)

[verse 3]
you know hubby got my back
can’t be rude cause we pop sh*t
when you spell my name
don’t forget the “t” for “gonna top sh*t”
b*tch you wanna gеt with me?
that’s real funny
‘cause my lеague’s 10 miles up honey
[chorus]
s to the r to the ace
super royal ace
b*tch i’ll kick in your d*mn face
b*tch i’m super
royal
ace
yeah b*tch he’s super
royal
ace
b*tch he’ll run you over
no
mist*
*akes
b*tch i’m super
royal
ace
super royal ace

[verse 4]
no b*tch i ain’t ce*li*bate
i’m s
to the r
to the ace
s for the b*tches i k!lled
r for the b*tches i will
a for all this motherf*cking sk!ll
honey, i ain’t no nun
but i know you never got none
hubby, take it away
[verse 5]
you don’t like my home?
b*tch your bones like styrofoam
you call yourself dos tres
but i’m the one with the big numbers
big checks, so big, they’d break your neck, and i ain’t got uno, dos, tres regrets
raccoons look like sh*t
you out here acting like the best b*tch
but cody ain’t sh*t
‘cause end of the day it’s their throat i’ll slit
call me godzilla
b*tch i beat you gorilla pr*cks
i am that real sh*t
you all some fake b*tches

[chorus]
s to the r to the ace
super royal ace
b*tch i’ll kick in your d*mn face
b*tch i’m super
royal
ace
yeah b*tch he’s super
royal
ace
b*tch he’ll run you over
no
mist*
*akes
b*tch i’m super
royal
ace
super royal ace
[bridge]
boatshep your ass may be fine
but it could never come close to mine
(yuh, yuh)
yeah i’m that b*tch over there
with the absolutely perfect hair
honey, i love your toupee
made of a rat’s arm hair
i kicked your ass
and then i stabbed it with knives
triple times
the gun is mine
i’m the king
(whose crown they tryna’ take?)

[outro]
yo’ ass has been officially souped
y’all have been f*cking duped
b*tch don’t cross me anytime soon
or i’mma beat your ass with my wooden spoon
(and that’s on period)

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