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Super - Cordae
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Super Cordae

Super - Cordae
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo, woo)
Huh, huh

[Chorus]
Last year, I made seven million
Didn't have to do a single fuckin' show
Shout out to my niggas up at Coca-Cola
For the check they cut me at the Super Bowl
All my life moments is a super woah
My nigga Dr. Dre, he got a super boat
Last night, I was textin' Jack Dorsey
That's the perks you get from being super dope

[Verse 1]
This is real life, ain't no actin' it
All these rap niggas, they be Brad Pittin' (Uh)
Every little thing I do is mad different (Yeah)
Got my lil' cousin playin' badminton (Yeah)
Gave my lil' bro a quick fifty piеce
He got the wholе motherfuckin' trap hittin'
I been stackin' up all these assets
Can't be conductin' any bad business (Nah)
Like woah, hey, I keep that drip on me
My nigga, I'm big homie (Big homie)
Huh, hey, I can't ever slip homie
My mama might flip on me (Might flip on me)
Like woah, hey, drop-top coupe in the motherfuckin' summer
I rest my case (Rest my case)
Like huh, hey, I'ma live life to the fullest
With every single breath I take, uh-huh (Every breath I take)
Let me tell you lil' niggas something real quick (Uh)
Hatin'-ass ho, you can suck my dick (Suck it)
Get cold every time that you touch my wrist
I'm the greatest, nigga, you can't fuck with this (Nah)
My niggas pull up in them Chevys and Beamers
We all young and rich, you can't check my demeanor
I just bought a Birkin for my aunt Regina
I been getting money since I was a senior, but (Woo)
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