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call me supamane! Video (MV)




Performed By: phukshitt
Language: English
Length: 3:10
Written by: Donald Hutchinson




phukshitt - call me supamane! Lyrics




God dropped me on earth to kill
Made me feel like Superman
Dizzy nauseous Im too ill
Im finding new ways to feel today

I got 44 G's and the blunt on me
Got the red cream soda with the runtz on me
On the real shit nigga you can't stunt on me
Nah when I'm feeling good I got the blunt on me

Two QP's and the trunk low key
If it's two tens then they must know me
Got a 20 ounce soda sitting in the back seat

Witcha
Witcha
Push up
Witcha

Witcha
Witcha
Push up
Witcha

Living inside of my brain
Niggas can't stand all the change
Looking for quarters in this wishing well
Hope that all of my wishes are safe

It's drugs in my home back at home
And none of my parents they know
I do em all when I'm alone
Them summers I spent on my own

My lifestyle epileptic gas tank filled septic
Smoke weed inject it avoid lethal injections
Share names with elections same ones I got unrest with
They had the wrong objective niggas old and decrepit

New dudes flip the record old dues just been paid
We flip weed not excedrin I use my mind like elevin
I move weight like it's weightless my taste just take a second
You lost the race and Ima win I reckon I reckon

I reckon I feel like God
I reckon I feel like a God right now
I reckon I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now

I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now
I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now
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English

God dropped me on earth to kill
Made me feel like Superman
Dizzy nauseous Im too ill
Im finding new ways to feel today

I got 44 G's and the blunt on me
Got the red cream soda with the runtz on me
On the real shit nigga you can't stunt on me
Nah when I'm feeling good I got the blunt on me

Two QP's and the trunk low key
If it's two tens then they must know me
Got a 20 ounce soda sitting in the back seat

Witcha
Witcha
Push up
Witcha

Witcha
Witcha
Push up
Witcha

Living inside of my brain
Niggas can't stand all the change
Looking for quarters in this wishing well
Hope that all of my wishes are safe

It's drugs in my home back at home
And none of my parents they know
I do em all when I'm alone
Them summers I spent on my own

My lifestyle epileptic gas tank filled septic
Smoke weed inject it avoid lethal injections
Share names with elections same ones I got unrest with
They had the wrong objective niggas old and decrepit

New dudes flip the record old dues just been paid
We flip weed not excedrin I use my mind like elevin
I move weight like it's weightless my taste just take a second
You lost the race and Ima win I reckon I reckon

I reckon I feel like God
I reckon I feel like a God right now
I reckon I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now

I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now
I feel like a God
I feel like a God right now
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Writer: Donald Hutchinson
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