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Super
Super-super
Supercalifragilisticexpiali-dope shit
Supercalifragilisticexpiali-dope shit (d-d-damn son)

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you, boohoo, baby
Woah, baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Woah, baby, woah, baby, she just wanna– (oh, baby)
(Supercalifragili–) gas what I smoke, baby
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby (supercali–)
Hella bitches on me, HBO (super-super)
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO

And she cook for me, clean for me, get the script for me
Act lonely, but when she with me, put that neck on me
Macaroni in pot the way I stir it up (ooh)
Sound like we were makin' mac and cheese, we just makin' love
Woo, bitch, first name: Papi
Middle name: Get the Change, last name Hauri, truly
But call me Versace
So much sauce, bitch, I bleed teriyaki (sauce)
And I'm still tryna fuck Kehlani
Got some rich pussy, had to join Illuminati
It's all good though, I done learned me karate
Make a bitch fold 'cause I can, origami (origami)

Oh, oh, Hibachi
On God, bitch, Walahi
Mm, Yahtzee
Ayy, ooh

Gas what I smoke, baby, ooh
Gas what I smoke, baby (ooh)
Gas what I smoke, baby, ooh
Gas what I smoke, baby (ooh)
Gas what I smoke, baby, ooh
Gas what I smoke, baby (ooh)
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smo–

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you, boohoo, baby
Woah, baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Woah, baby, woah, baby, she just wanna– (oh, baby)
(Supercalifragili–) gas what I smoke, baby (smoke)
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby (hide your ho, supercali–)
Hella bitches on me, HBO (super-super)
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO (baby)

I said fuck it, I'm tryna win before I kick the bucket
Hate it or love it, I'm in the game until I'm 50 somethin'
And from the jump, got that rump, your bitch made the muffins
I'm known to cook, peep the hook, Easy Bake Oven
I just bought a wrist for like 80K
I just got your bitch to the crib and slayed
Overnight shippin', baby, no delay
I'm the mailman, posted with your ho today
I'm on UPS, undisputed pimp shit
Limp wrist, Mr. Postman to these bitches
She gave the envelope a lick and I ship dick
Your bitch got the flat rate box, baby, tsk-tsk

Get your ass molly whopped right outside the coffee shop
If you like to talk, talk, talk, talk
She treat me like a lollipop, Narnia my pocket watch
Shawty on Cthulhu with the sloppy top, ooh

Gas what I smoke, baby, ooh
Gas what I smoke, baby (ooh)
Gas what I smoke, baby
Gas what I smo–

I'm a vanilla in the fuckin' coupe, finna pull up on your boo, baby
True baby, I can't fuck with you, boohoo, baby
Woah, baby, pull up on your thot, she gon' fold, baby
Woah, baby, woah, baby, she just wanna– (oh, baby)
(Supercalifragili–) gas what I smoke, baby (smoke)
I walk in the door, better hide your ho, baby (hide your ho, supercali–)
Hella bitches on me, HBO (super-super)
I'm always gettin' paid, PTO (baby)

Yeah, baby
If this ain't the hottest thing smokin'
You must be out of your goddamn mind

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