Game - Super Throwed Lyrics
[Hook: Juicy J]You a throwed niggaYou a you a throwed niggaYou a throwed niggaYou a you a throwed niggaCodeine in my cup, ***** all in my faceKush all in my blunt, super throwed on that aceYou a throwed niggaYou a you a throwed nigga[Verse 1: Game]Ridin' round with that super soakerRed cup I'm super throwedMy straight eight all suped upI'm a dry this ho to the Super BowlTrukfit, tank top, tell them hoes I'm super leanLook like I won the super lottoDamn my condo super cleanLeft your ***** at the Super 8She sucked my dick I'm super straightGot Nicki Minaj tied up in my trunk 15's kicking out, that's Super BassIn the hood we got super bandsMy cotton piece stuff super gramsMy ***** layed out with a super tenShe flying high with super manPicture that, no InstagramReal life no side showReal nigga, no Tony ParkerYour main ***** is my side-hoBlowin' purp I'm high fi, redrum in that Mai TaiRubbing on the ***** tattas she scared of dick, Sci FiHooked her up to that Wi FiWiped my dick and said bye byeDropped the ho off at Pop Eyes and continued eating my hot friesMy old partner, AR said you a cold niggaI simply said my day job my day job, ain't lovin' hoes niggaAsk Juicy J about me[Hook][Verse 2: Juicy J]What you know about mixing molly with the loudHotel smoked out nigga ***** a towelNigga all my wet burn blunts like cigarettesBenz got my teeth grindin' like I'm chewing NicoretteEvery three hours need a re up from the weed manAfghan purp strand super man head bandEyes so tight got me looking like Jackie ChanMe and the Game like Red and the Method ManSmoking on the roach, you ain't really feeling that dope that you smokedTry to mix lean with the blunt let it soakAll you gon' do is chokeNiggas can't handle weed from the west coastSmoke so much till a nigga overdoseI stay high when I'm in and out the boothGotta thank Mary for this verse that I wroteBig buzz in every club don't need a plug I am the plugTaylor Gang, I'm on the planeI'm leanin' man, I'm on them thangsOnly strong up in the bong, I've been high for way too longCodeine I sip, hotbox the whipI stay throwed, Cheech and Chong[Hook][Verse 3: Game]Roll kush, ***** hoes, start fights, shoot niggasHow many niggas hurricane done killed, shit quite a few niggasI'm like two Nas', two Jiggas, two Pacs, two BiggiesCop the Rari for 250, then made the Rari do 250Crash the Rari got two BentleysBlowing dank like two hippesGive a nigga bout eight months in the gymI'm gonna come through looking like two fiftiesHalf a mill on that xboxJohn Madden probably owin' meAsk Bow Wow, ask Fat Joe, ask Ocho they know meOn that 2k, I odThat C.O.D. you D.O.A***** nigga put your money downStart worrying bout when the ***** we gon' playPut six bad hoes in one big roomStuff six grams in one big bluntLoad six shells in one big pumpStuff six chickens in one big trunkRight next to a body, black John GottiLike a nigga shotty, hit em with the shotty***** her good once then send her to the lobby***** her so good momma looking for the bodyPoppin' mollys and Bugattis, coppin' Mozzys no depositRunnin' through the money when a nigga get throwedTires screeching when the story get toldSo much money that the shit don't fold[Hook]
