Soupa - Blu, Suzi Analogue

Soupa - Blu, Suzi Analogue

Альбом
York
Год
2013
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
188000

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Soupa

Blu, Suzi Analogue

Uh, wannabes

I wanna write novels, sippin' bottles under trees

Wonder Woman with me, could she be Japanese

Wanna have lap dances for free, any time I please

Just because I’m, yeah

Just because I’m me, I wanna wonder why I dream

(?) don’t budget

Message for the hunger when I’m younger

I wanna tell (?), 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 real

Still wow, brick style up in the wow since a

While back then, you should slip it in now

Mo chill, now the top flow real

So bear with me, besides more bills than this automobile

I’m still blizzy for real

I still Dizzy Gillespie

But does he impress me when I’m still in the next seat?

I’m fresher than next week’s beach

Yea, feelin like the next Swizz Beats like

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

I wanna spit hollow tip novelists, (?) styles and raise eyebrows

Like ah I like this girl (?)

She got Reeboks, city rock, felines back when he used to jock

I’m too hot for teen eyes it was

A young one with brown eyes that dine in one day

Down to stunt, 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 I couldn’t

I relive it twice, grip the mic

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 grown, I told you

Your papa ain’t scold ya

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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