SuperNegroes

[Intro: Mibbs]
Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero
Baby, let me be your super hero
I spit that dope, that blow, that primo
That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero
Baby, let me be your super hero
I spit that dope, that blow, that primo
That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

Girl, I'm a super negro, your dude's a zero
Baby, let me be your super hero
I spit that dope, that blow, that primo
That coke, that smack, that Al Pacino

[Verse 1: Mibbs]
Fly like Nino, tough like Deebo
We back like Tivo, and fat like Cee-lo
I drink cognac, I drink vino
Shit I drink all that
You should drink though
Grab a red cup, fill that shit up
And drink 'til you can no longer hold your head up
I'ma act a fool, I don’t know no better
But I never get a stain on this Polo sweater
So incredible, unforgettable
She be on my nuts like they oh so edible
She be on my nuts like it's some kind of cantaloupe
She be on my nuts like my dick is the antidote
She be on my nuts cause she don’t want her man to know
That she was on my nuts so tough that her camera broke
Feeling like a young Earl Manigault
What you smoking on? This? Oh that’s medical
What they smoking on? That? Oh that oregano
Bullshit weed, that’s some shit we don’t ever smoke
Mike, tell the DJ play my record though
Ladies on the dancefloor go go, gadget go!

[Chorus: BeYoung]
Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper

You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby
You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby
You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby
You jinglin, baby, go 'head, baby

[Verse 2: Like]
She like vodka, we like cognac
Poured her a cup, then she hopped on that
We like Waka, she like old rap
Used to feel the same, but we not on that
I can't lie I need to bone that
That's your ass girl I need to hold that
Take my time and I'ma own that
Have you singing like a Keyshia Cole track
I want safe sex, you want paychecks
I just say next, I ain't for that
This that train wreck, you can't roll that
Cali only, you can't grow that
See you staring, baby take a Kodak
Get my good side, where my pose at
Wash you down, where my hose at
Early morning like where my clothes at
Why you hurrying, take a slow jack
Why you worrying take some Prozak
Checked just cleared, where my O's at
Call my homies up, where my bros at
We gon' dip out, we gon' flip out
Dog, you rolling, don’t bring your chick out
Girl you rolling, don’t bring your dude out
Fat friend coming, don’t bring no food out

[Chorus: BeYoung]
Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper

[Verse 3: BeYoung]
Flick my lighter on you niggas, dump a couple ashes
Jumped to a Benz, skipped a couple classes
Rap shit is cool but I been touching asses
Now we have the food, had enough of the fasting
Puff then pass it, clutching cash yeah
Baby BeYoung only fucks with Magnums
Always showtime like I fucks with Magic
Birthday suit, yeah I love that fabric
Something tragic, man I swear my niggas know
Bout the bad red bone with the pigeon toes
On a Tuesday might bust to Figueroa
Got me stuck like Monie in the Middle though
All my niggas golden boys in the mirror baby
Tryna practice all the player shit they hearing baby
Blocking every time I pass, interference lady
You know we do it Jason Lyric crazy

[Chorus: BeYoung]
Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper

Stacy and Brittany
Go Erica and Whitney
Like Tiffany, go Sasha
And Tasha all proper