Letra Soupa de Blu

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York

2013

Soupa

Featuring Suzi Analogue

(Verse)
I wanna write novels, sippin' bottles under trees
Wonder Woman with me, kiss, she be Japanese
Wanna have lap dances for free, any time I please
Just because I'm it
Just because I'm me, I wonder wonder why I dream
Wonder wonders don't budget
Message for the hunger when I'm younger
I wanna tell bells hot, special they smell
Word to mother but really no wink yo
?Cause still he can't slumber,
I wanna have his role, his crown, his girl and his sound
But get real, shit's really whip
Still wow, brick style up in the wow since a
While back then, you should slip it in now
Mo jill, now the top flow real
So bear with me, besides more bills than this automobile
I'm still bleezy for real
I still Dizzy girl ask me but
Does he impress me when I'm still in the next seat?
I'm fresher than next week's beef
Yea, feelin like the next was beat psyched
More like Spike Lee better Blu
Never liked none of you blues, stuntin like a one or 2
Lord's got a woman
One or two coming through wanting something soft give em something new
But guess what, wasn't Blu, nah

Must've been one of you

Like nah, come on

(Verse)
I wanna spit hollow tip novelists, star stops and resolve problems
Like ah I like this girl scout
She got Reebok, city bock, felines back when he used to jock
I'm too high but 10 eyes it was a young one with brown eyes that dine in one day
Down to something, who young John the one
Who wants bars and broads? 2 more stars, I do the math
You do the knowledge of play dumb
Of course, 50 senses from south to north for the
Pretty women I am willing to endorse
Horse power, more mule in stall for the foolish
I will wake you up but you love it in that new bliss
Kiss life, even if couldn't
I relive it twice, grip the mike
And I ain't even gotta speak in different life
You spit it nice but it's mean and cold, don't forget us, it ain't home
You remember when you grow, I told you
Your papa ain't a soldier
I got the heat, 6 holster
Come from California where the sunshine dies
And turns into that glow dust, no life

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Featuring Suzi Analogue

(Verse)
I wanna write novels, sippin' bottles under trees
Wonder Woman with me, kiss, she be Japanese
Wanna have lap dances for free, any time I please
Just because I'm it
Just because I'm me, I wonder wonder why I dream
Wonder wonders don't budget
Message for the hunger when I'm younger
I wanna tell bells hot, special they smell
Word to mother but really no wink yo
?Cause still he can't slumber,
I wanna have his role, his crown, his girl and his sound
But get real, shit's really whip
Still wow, brick style up in the wow since a
While back then, you should slip it in now
Mo jill, now the top flow real
So bear with me, besides more bills than this automobile
I'm still bleezy for real
I still Dizzy girl ask me but
Does he impress me when I'm still in the next seat?
I'm fresher than next week's beef
Yea, feelin like the next was beat psyched
More like Spike Lee better Blu
Never liked none of you blues, stuntin like a one or 2
Lord's got a woman
One or two coming through wanting something soft give em something new
But guess what, wasn't Blu, nah

Must've been one of you

Like nah, come on

(Verse)
I wanna spit hollow tip novelists, star stops and resolve problems
Like ah I like this girl scout
She got Reebok, city bock, felines back when he used to jock
I'm too high but 10 eyes it was a young one with brown eyes that dine in one day
Down to something, who young John the one
Who wants bars and broads? 2 more stars, I do the math
You do the knowledge of play dumb
Of course, 50 senses from south to north for the
Pretty women I am willing to endorse
Horse power, more mule in stall for the foolish
I will wake you up but you love it in that new bliss
Kiss life, even if couldn't
I relive it twice, grip the mike
And I ain't even gotta speak in different life
You spit it nice but it's mean and cold, don't forget us, it ain't home
You remember when you grow, I told you
Your papa ain't a soldier
I got the heat, 6 holster
Come from California where the sunshine dies
And turns into that glow dust, no life