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super throwed - the game lyrics

[hook: juicy j]
you a throwed n-gga
you a you a throwed n-gga
you a throwed n-gga
you a you a throwed n-gga
codeine in my cup, b-tch all in my face
kush all in my blunt, super throwed on that ace
you a throwed n-gga
you a you a throwed n-gga

[verse 1: game]
ridin’ round with that super soaker
red cup i’m super throwed
my straight eight all suped up
i’m a dry this ho to the super bowl
trukfit, tank top, tell them hoes i’m super lean
look like i won the super lotto
d-mn my condo super clean
left your b-tch at the super 8
she sucked my d-ck i’m super straight
got nicki minaj tied up in my trunk 15’s kicking out, that’s super b-ss
in the hood we got super bands
my cotton piece stuff super grams
my b-tch layed out with a super ten
she flying high with super man
picture that, no instagram
real life no side show
real n-gga, no tony parker
your main b-tch is my side-ho
blowin’ purp i’m high fi, redrum in that mai tai
rubbing on the b-tch tattas she scared of d-ck, sci fi
hooked her up to that wi fi
wiped my d-ck and said bye bye
dropped the ho off at pop eyes and continued eating my hot fries
my old partner, ar said you a cold n-gga
i simply said my day job my day job, ain’t lovin’ hoes n-gga
ask juicy j about me

[hook]

[verse 2: juicy j]
what you know about mixing molly with the loud
hotel smoked out n-gga f-ck a towel
n-gga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettes
benz got my t–th grindin’ like i’m chewing nicorette
every three hours need a re up from the weed man
afghan purp strand super man head band
eyes so tight got me looking like jackie chan
me and the game like red and the method man
smoking on the roach, you ain’t really feeling that dope that you smoked
try to mix lean with the blunt let it soak
all you gon’ do is choke
n-ggas can’t handle weed from the west coast
smoke so much till a n-gga overdose
i stay high when i’m in and out the booth
gotta thank mary for this verse that i wrote
big buzz in every club don’t need a plug i am the plug
taylor gang, i’m on the plane
i’m leanin’ man, i’m on them thangs
only strong up in the bong, i’ve been high for way too long
codeine i sip, hotbox the whip
i stay throwed, cheech and chong

[hook]

[verse 3: game]
roll kush, f-ck hoes, start fights, shoot n-ggas
how many n-ggas hurricane done k!lled, sh-t quite a few n-ggas
i’m like two nas’, two jiggas, two pacs, two biggies
cop the rari for 250, then made the rari do 250
crash the rari got two bentleys
blowing dank like two hippes
give a n-gga bout eight months in the gym
i’m gonna come through looking like two fifties
half a mill on that xbox
john madden probably owin’ me
ask bow wow, ask fat joe, ask ocho they know me
on that 2k, i od
that c.o.d. you d.o.a
f-ck n-gga put your money down
start worrying bout when the f-ck we gon’ play
put six bad hoes in one big room
stuff six grams in one big blunt
load six sh-lls in one big pump
stuff six chickens in one big trunk
right next to a body, black john gotti
like a n-gga shotty, hit em with the shotty
f-ck her good once then send her to the lobby
f-ck her so good momma looking for the body
poppin’ mollys and bugattis, coppin’ mozzys no deposit
runnin’ through the money when a n-gga get throwed
tires screeching when the story get told
so much money that the sh-t don’t fold

[hook]

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