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Lou Phelps - Supersexe Freestyle Lyrics

2 s Supersexe Freestyle Lyrics[Intro]
Oh, yeah
Let me tell you something
Let me tell you something
Perfection only, niggas
Perfection only
Uh, ayo, ayo

[Chorus]
Yo, I had to make her do some super sets
Super sex, I'm in the back, I don't know who that it is
Nigga, can you stop with all that foolishness? (Oh no, no)
I'm looking finer than my bitch and now she too upset (No, no, no)
She want Balenciaga, and the Prada, mm
Dolce Gabbana, even down to dump the dramas
Fell in love with the money and its problems
She says I'm groovy, bitch, I feel like Austin Powers

[Verse 1]
Pose, pose, yeah, look at 'em go
Go, go, yeah, it's ice on the road
Show off, he tweakin' (Yeah)
Land in LA for the weekend (Oh yeah)
Pop a band and she—, uh, uh
You mad we not competin'
I just seem to get nervous (Ayy)
'Cause I'm drippy on purpose
Gettin' nasty in churches
Shawty need Sunday service
Your career kinda fishy, these numbers not adding up (Mm, mm)
Let me stunt some mo' nigga, I don't think you had enough, ayy, ayy
Gotta get Lou out yo' mouth, oh
Gotta get Lou out yo' cranium
'Less you giving Lou mouth (No), baby, gave me crazy cranium
We on a boat and she driving
Bitch, I'm late to the party
Niggas hating, they watching
I still pull up with a bad thing
Ooh-la-la-la
This the way that we rock when we doing our thing
Nigga, nah, nah, nah
Bro take a step a back, you invadin' my space
Let me say this on the records, we gettin' busy on the week days
Tryna go to Jamaica, uh uh
She wants me to pull her like a DJ, ah
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Yeah, I had to make her do some super sets
Super sex, I'm in the back, I don't know who that it is
Nigga, can you stop with all that foolishness? (Oh no, no)
I'm looking finer than my bitch and now she too upset (No, no, no)
She want Balenciaga, and the Prada, mm (Boop, boop, boop)
Dolce Gabbana, even down to dump the dramas (Boop, boop, boop)
Fell in love with the money and its problems (Boop, boop, boop)
She says I'm groovy, bitch, I feel like Austin Powers

[Verse 2]
Life is shoot once from the free-throw, it don't mean you ballin' (Uh-huh)
Word on the street she a freak ho, had your boy callin' (Uh-huh)
Got a nigga sippin' on mojitos, she said that looks charming (Uh-huh)
Lil' shorty got me feeling like a—, uh, sprayed off shots without warning
That's stop motion, the stocks open, you out of focus (You out of focus)
And I'm in and out of this bitch, think I'm finally 'bout to get rich
Then I opened up my bank account, remember I ain't used to this shit
At the bank like, "Uh-huh," "Okay," "What's up?," "Shut up"
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, biddy-bye-bye-bye
You ain't seen a nigga this odd so fly
Tryna get at me but I'm not that guy
Bitch, I'm handsome
I told her, "I wanna see you twerk"
She said, "Say less" (Say less)
Best believe I ain't said another word
And it's quite simple (No, no, no, no)
If I tell you something, then you better do it
If the shot is clear, boy, you better shoot it
We cannot compare, you the best at losing
And it's not random, shawty, meant to choose me
Like when Lebron went to Miami
If my nigga Kay ever win a Grammy
Anything can happen, bitch, you understand me?
[Chorus]
Ayo, I had to make her do some super sets
Super sex, I'm in the back, I don't know who that it is
Nigga, can you stop with all that foolishness? (Oh no, no)
I'm looking finer than my bitch and now she too upset (No, no, no)
She want Balenciaga, and the Prada, mm (Boop, boop, boop)
Dolce Gabbana, even down to dump the dramas (Boop, boop, boop)
Fell in love with the money and its problems (Boop, boop, boop)
She says I'm groovy, bitch, I feel like Austin Powers