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
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
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
Brown] Holla at me boo, Holla at me beh [x3] I'm turn't up, I'm super turn't up [x2] [repeat] [Verse 2 - Chris Brown] A nigga beat, beat And shawty toot
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
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
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
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
up, kinda like Bobby Brown Better call for back up, when I shut this lobby down When will you realise the cycle will continue though Commercials for gatorade Boy
hangover Roll over do the whole damn thang over Ima roller, took her ass back where I drove her And we still aint sober, motherfucker it still aint hova Its the super
uh uh cut!!!!!! Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN
we bump that Roc-a-fella We got it pumpin holla back we crack rocafellas Nigga my tires better, I'm on them monsta bellas I got that brown boy or that
A Flight First Class Don P Every Glass Next Year We Private Jets In The Clouds Havin Sex Cum Once Cum Twice Rick Ross Dum Nice Baby Gurl Take Sum Advice And Cum And Fuck Ya Boy
(feat. Lil Boosie and Bengie) [Chorus: x2] Country N Gutta Mouth Full Of Gold Ice Length Chain Chevorlet Super Spokes Thats How Im Living And I Love
's fizzling sprite Brown do the belly nice No coca cola, I don't drink soda Black beenie nigga, like a fucking smoker They say I'm bout to blow up like super