C.T. The God - Super Gremlin

How the fuck you say that you my brodie but you fucking with my bitch
Finna make me swerve around complex and turn that apartment to a lick
If he mention C.T. Fuck Saint Nick come put him on my list
I'm a notty nigga C.T. had yo sister doing tricks
We gone stalk em up and chalk em up and hit em with dat switch
I'm the god man I moving and I'm grooving in this bitch
Pussy nigga why you even tried to move in on my bitch
Now I gotta call in dolla make a movement on yo shit
Step inside that nigga set and make a movie in that bitch
Now we playing search destroy like call of duty in this bitch
Leave a pussy Nigga stinking that's a duty in this bitch
See the ops up in the party I ain't moving in this bitch

Show out the Sho man I hate dat he left me
Mention my cousin they know it get deadly
Shitting on bitches ain't talking R Kelly
Sweeter than Charlie need luck like Teddy
9 millimeter go straight to yo belly
Freaky lil bitch you ain't getting my celly
Got shorties slide they gone ride when they ready
Rocking with Soulja we rocking wit Nelly

H-H-Hot nigga Hot nigga we could have been rockstars
Slimy nigga grimy nigga riding round in hot cars
Pussy nigga push me nigga pussy nigga not hard
Pop up then you toast and pop em down just like a pop-tart

Never trust a bitch cause she be fucking niggas on the low
Slutty butty bitch out here fucking niggas on the flow
Nutty Butty bitch can't believe I sent Jeff to drop the lo
Ion trust a bitch if she moving kreep she gotta go
Imma bust a bitch sipping on that purple like saints row
This a dirty stick Amazon had put me on the roll
I'm on gutta shit working while I'm still do shows
Y'all on other shit flexing wit dat pole he ain't gone blow
You ain't thuggin bitch if mention sho then we gone blow
That's for show and shit ct I be slide wit no grease we be toating sticks
This a different monster on a leash I be blowing shit
I can't fuck wit Niggas they be kreep on some hoeing shit
Wish he would come try me like I'm sweet Imma blow a bitch
Let em know is pressure he in danger want back doe a bitch
Now I move insane out my brain they can't hold my stick
If he drop a rack then he can go and sell a couple bricks

H-H-Hot nigga Hot nigga we could have been rockstars
Slimy nigga grimy nigga riding round in hot cars
Pussy nigga push me nigga pussy nigga not hard
Pop up then you toast and pop em down just like a pop-tart

WE COULD HAVE BEEN SUPERSTARS

Written by:
C.T. The God

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