Supa Dupa - Extended Version
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa lit
Supa dupa Dupa lit
Su-su-supa Dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Dupa supa Dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Up in this bitch
Bottles and bottles stay poppin
Off that brown liquor
They cannot there is no stoppin
Tryna get so fuckin lit
I wanna be faded until the morning
Wanna wake up wit a bottle a blunt
And do that shit over again
Tryna get supa dupa lit
Not tryna worry bout shit
Just wanna watch my bitch
Buss it down
Drop it down down low low to the ground
I wanna be faded
Haters all jaded
They cannot take it
Oh they hella mad
You throw it back
They cannot handle that
We bout to get supa dupa lit
Up in this bitch
Keep them bottles comin
We drinkin till the party ends
Then we take that shit back over to my crib
Start all over again
Smoking that purp and drinkin
Litty and cross faded
Complete my mission
I swear I'm supa dupa fuckin fuckin
Lit (oh we bout to)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa lit (supa dupa)
Supa supa dupa lit (lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(Dupa lit)
Supa dupa lit (supa)
Supa supa dupa lit (dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(supa dupa lit)
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to (ah haa)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Swerve
Surfboard she on my wood
After party let's turn up this fuckin mood
Everyone lit
Don't give a shit
Dancin on her
Dancin on him
Clouds hella dense
Can barely see shit
Everyone so fuckin lit
Coke and rum all in her cup
You know what's up
I'm in rotation don't pass me up
Smoke all in my lungs
Coughing as i hit the blunt
I'm hella faded haters all jaded
Mad cause they can't get in
Pass me the drink
Sippin on Hen with my friends
Gettin lit in this bitch all over again
Ha
We bout to get supa dupa lit
Up in this bitch
Keep them bottles comin
We drinkin till the party ends
Then we take that shit back over to my crib
Start all over again
Smoking that purp and drinkin
Litty and cross faded
Complete my mission
I swear I'm supa dupa fuckin fuckin
Lit (oh we bout to)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa (supa dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Diupa (dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Dupa (dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Dupa(dupa)
Lit (lit)
(Supa dupa lit (supa)
Supa supa dupa lit (dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa
Dupa
Dupa lit
If you up in this bitch
Raise yo glass if this your shit
And you up in here lit
Make some noise take a hit
If you up in this bitch
Raise yo glass if you lit
Take a sip roll again
Pack a bowl cause you know
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get (get lIt)
I'm not ashamed
Fuck wit me you do the same
If your comin down
Start that shit over again
Hittin the blunt
Smokin the bowl
Takin a shot
Fuckin it up
Supa dupa supa dupa dupa drunk
Supa dupa lit
Don't give a shit
It's the fuckin weekend
Party don't stop
Roll up the window let's hotbox
Then another shot
Shot after shot after shot
What's the words again
Fuck I forgot
(She) Bouncin that ass all over again
Damn we bout to get
Crossfaded haters jealous
No you cannot sit at our table
We turnin up
Damn she gotta whole lotta
Junk in her trunk
Hold on shawty what's up
Hittin the blunt
Drinkin the rum
You tryna get lit
You wanna be drunk
You hittin the weed
Smokin that tweed
Oh we bout to be
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to (supa)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get (supa)
(Lit) Supa dupa lit
Supa supa dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa lit
Supa dupa Dupa lit
Su-su-supa Dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Dupa supa Dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa Dupa Dupa lit
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Up in this bitch
Bottles and bottles stay poppin
Off that brown liquor
They cannot there is no stoppin
Tryna get so fuckin lit
I wanna be faded until the morning
Wanna wake up wit a bottle a blunt
And do that shit over again
Tryna get supa dupa lit
Not tryna worry bout shit
Just wanna watch my bitch
Buss it down
Drop it down down low low to the ground
I wanna be faded
Haters all jaded
They cannot take it
Oh they hella mad
You throw it back
They cannot handle that
We bout to get supa dupa lit
Up in this bitch
Keep them bottles comin
We drinkin till the party ends
Then we take that shit back over to my crib
Start all over again
Smoking that purp and drinkin
Litty and cross faded
Complete my mission
I swear I'm supa dupa fuckin fuckin
Lit (oh we bout to)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa lit (supa dupa)
Supa supa dupa lit (lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(Dupa lit)
Supa dupa lit (supa)
Supa supa dupa lit (dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(supa dupa lit)
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Buss it down
Back it up
Work it out
Take it down
Three shots
The pink crease
Let's go
Throw it down
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to (ah haa)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Swerve
Surfboard she on my wood
After party let's turn up this fuckin mood
Everyone lit
Don't give a shit
Dancin on her
Dancin on him
Clouds hella dense
Can barely see shit
Everyone so fuckin lit
Coke and rum all in her cup
You know what's up
I'm in rotation don't pass me up
Smoke all in my lungs
Coughing as i hit the blunt
I'm hella faded haters all jaded
Mad cause they can't get in
Pass me the drink
Sippin on Hen with my friends
Gettin lit in this bitch all over again
Ha
We bout to get supa dupa lit
Up in this bitch
Keep them bottles comin
We drinkin till the party ends
Then we take that shit back over to my crib
Start all over again
Smoking that purp and drinkin
Litty and cross faded
Complete my mission
I swear I'm supa dupa fuckin fuckin
Lit (oh we bout to)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get
Supa dupa (supa dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Diupa (dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Dupa (dupa)
Lit (lit)
Supa (supa)
Dupa(dupa)
Lit (lit)
(Supa dupa lit (supa)
Supa supa dupa lit (dupa lit)
Su-su-supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa dupa lit
(dupa lit)
Supa supa dupa lit
(supa)
Supa dupa supa lit
(dupa lit)
Su-su-supa
Dupa
Dupa lit
If you up in this bitch
Raise yo glass if this your shit
And you up in here lit
Make some noise take a hit
If you up in this bitch
Raise yo glass if you lit
Take a sip roll again
Pack a bowl cause you know
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get (get lIt)
I'm not ashamed
Fuck wit me you do the same
If your comin down
Start that shit over again
Hittin the blunt
Smokin the bowl
Takin a shot
Fuckin it up
Supa dupa supa dupa dupa drunk
Supa dupa lit
Don't give a shit
It's the fuckin weekend
Party don't stop
Roll up the window let's hotbox
Then another shot
Shot after shot after shot
What's the words again
Fuck I forgot
(She) Bouncin that ass all over again
Damn we bout to get
Crossfaded haters jealous
No you cannot sit at our table
We turnin up
Damn she gotta whole lotta
Junk in her trunk
Hold on shawty what's up
Hittin the blunt
Drinkin the rum
You tryna get lit
You wanna be drunk
You hittin the weed
Smokin that tweed
Oh we bout to be
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to (supa)
Oh we bout to
Oh we bout to get (supa)
(Lit) Supa dupa lit
Supa supa dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
Su-su-supa dupa lit
Supa dupa dupa lit
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Writer(s): Sirron Shavens
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