Superstition by Kirk Collins Lyrics
[Produced by Brio]
[Verse 1: Kirk Collins]
OG-OZ, don't fuck with no police
Pack my Louis luggage on some satin sheets
Purple in the air, we call that turpentine
She only act so thirsty 'cause that bitch a water sign, boy!
She a bad bitch, but she think she borderline
I told her she a Queen, now she more than mind
Valet my Maserati when I touchdown
"Play me some pimpin' mane," like I touch pound
Hop up out the whip, everything Supreme
She like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
She know she playing for the winning team
On her iPod, she playing victory
She love the money in my Dior jeans
But I let her ass know I ain't no golden ticket
I'm a golden God gone on a mission
'cause my crystal grill cut, look like Superstition!
[Chrous: Kirk Collins]
Superstition
Ghosted in a Ghost, it look like Superstition
Superstition
The way I fuckin' float, it look like Superstition
[Verse 2: Kirk Collins]
OG-OZ, don't fuck with no police
Pack my Louis luggage on some satin sheets
Purple in the air, we call that turpentine
She only act so thirsty 'cause that bitch a water sign, boy!
She a bad bitch, but she think she borderline
I told her she a Queen, now she more than mine
Valet my Maserati when I touchdown
"Play me some pimpin' mane," like I touch pound
Hop up out the whip, everything Supreme
She like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
She know she playing for the winning team
On her iPod, she playing victory
She love the money in my Dior jeans
But I let her ass know, I ain't no golden ticket
I'm a golden God gone on a mission
'cause my crystal grill cut, look like Superstition!
[Chrous: Kirk Collins]
Superstition
Ghosted in a Ghost, it look like Superstition
Superstition
The way I fuckin' float, it look like Superstition
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[Verse 1: Kirk Collins]
OG-OZ, don't fuck with no police
Pack my Louis luggage on some satin sheets
Purple in the air, we call that turpentine
She only act so thirsty 'cause that bitch a water sign, boy!
She a bad bitch, but she think she borderline
I told her she a Queen, now she more than mind
Valet my Maserati when I touchdown
"Play me some pimpin' mane," like I touch pound
Hop up out the whip, everything Supreme
She like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
She know she playing for the winning team
On her iPod, she playing victory
She love the money in my Dior jeans
But I let her ass know I ain't no golden ticket
I'm a golden God gone on a mission
'cause my crystal grill cut, look like Superstition!
[Chrous: Kirk Collins]
Superstition
Ghosted in a Ghost, it look like Superstition
Superstition
The way I fuckin' float, it look like Superstition
[Verse 2: Kirk Collins]
OG-OZ, don't fuck with no police
Pack my Louis luggage on some satin sheets
Purple in the air, we call that turpentine
She only act so thirsty 'cause that bitch a water sign, boy!
She a bad bitch, but she think she borderline
I told her she a Queen, now she more than mine
Valet my Maserati when I touchdown
"Play me some pimpin' mane," like I touch pound
Hop up out the whip, everything Supreme
She like her drink with a limp, so she sipping lean
She know she playing for the winning team
On her iPod, she playing victory
She love the money in my Dior jeans
But I let her ass know, I ain't no golden ticket
I'm a golden God gone on a mission
'cause my crystal grill cut, look like Superstition!
[Chrous: Kirk Collins]
Superstition
Ghosted in a Ghost, it look like Superstition
Superstition
The way I fuckin' float, it look like Superstition
✡✡✡