Baby I know you're hurting right now Don't worry I'll be your superman(no, no) [Chorus] I can love you like no one can I can be your superman(superman
Baby, I know you're hurting right now But don't worry, I'll be your Superman I can love you like no one can I can be your Superman Just take my hand,
I know you're hurting right now Don't worry I'll be your superman(no, no) [Chorus] I can love you like no one can I can be your superman(superman) just
Peein off the top of the Empire State Building, urinate on pedestrians Walkin past West 4th Street lesbians 28th Street flashin drivin Dodge dashin free man Sport Superman
in the game yet Can't keep yo broad, you so lame, damn where yo GAME at And if we in the club you better cuff yo girl super tight Cause it just might
lights camera, action [Chorus: x2] Holla at Me Boo, Holla at Me Baby, [x3] I'm Turnt Up, I'm Super Turnt Up [Chris Brown:] A nigga beat, beat And shawty
the caption lights camera action [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat
you thru the limit you rap chicks are burnin [? ] CB is with me and familiar with the movement [? ] [Chris Brown:] Aleganda Mcqueen cheen I'm on that mean shit super
hommie and it's sad to see that I'm killin it and I ain't even a rapper b va where it all goes down the home of clipse missy trey songz and your boy chris brown
check the caption lights camera action [Chorus - Tyga & Chris Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat
rich porter Y pull up 2 the club in a charger When I can pull up in a damn super charger No tints chromed out chub super larger My money sittin high
in the house And we gonna fuckin blow the house down Check it, hit em with a Blood clot boy, you get bucked, tryin to fuck with the Mario, Super Super
get slot times, move back from the jack It's the verbal constructor, some MC's is wack I make a girl do the bogle, doo doo brown and all Make (niggas
jetting the diesel. (worrrrd!) E-classes, feeding the masses, so much hash on my land I had to power down and cop three tractors. Living luxurious! - Glorious, super
caouse they Run to Bring the money back. Aint no FB's on my team aint no Fronting Boy. 36 official super bowls that aint nothing boy. 36 killas and they
the road Tried to hand me some oregano, you know (I got drank and kush) Hold up man that boy, that boy-that boy blowing back there man That boy blowing
feel the same my nigger, you's a hot boy Blocka, blocka, blocka Better get up off the block, boy Call for the cops, boy your mommy or pops, boy Cash wasn
your ear I'm hot, the shit, so it's real, feel the fire So yo, show me the money, type Gerry McGuire Me and Mrs. Brown the way it has to be Is there
