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Blu - Soupa lyrics
(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 Im it 
Just because Im me, I wonder wonder why I dream 
Wonder wonders dont budget 
Message for the hunger when Im younger 
I wanna tell bells hot, special they smell 
Word to mother but really no wink yo 
Cause still he cant slumber, 
I wanna have his role, his crown, his girl and his sound 
But get real, shits 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 
Im still bleezy for real 
I still Dizzy girl ask me but 
Does he impress me when Im still in the next seat? 
Im fresher than next weeks 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 
Lords got a woman 
One or two coming through wanting something soft give em something new 
But guess what, wasnt Blu, nah Blu - Soupa - http://motolyrics.com/blu/soupa-lyrics.html
Mustve 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 
Im 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 couldnt 
I relive it twice, grip the mike 
And I aint even gotta speak in different life 
You spit it nice but its mean and cold, dont forget us, it aint home 
You remember when you grow, I told you 
Your papa aint a soldier 
I got the heat, 6 holster 
Come from California where the sunshine dies 
And turns into that glow dust, no life









