Soups 21 to 30
Soup People
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I ain't shit at rapping, I just choose a big gat Levitating off that loud soup, I sure ain't no rat And if you don't like it find me on soup street My lyrics go to a strange place, I might start spitting about feet Twenty one to thirty, all these soups are birdies All these soups are birdies Twenty one to thirty, all these soups are birdies All these soups are birdies Doing donuts in my golf cart on the soup green Best soup golfer in the world, that's my new dream Feeling faint, I got too much blood in my soup stream I pull over to take a sip from my soup cantine I just replaced my left hand with a soup spoon Now I eat soups like a typhoon Go gorilla, like baboon Howler monkey, what it do Scream and shout when I see soup Bring it down on the bowl In my bowels down it go Starting to feel full but no chance I'm gonna slow I ain't never left a soup unfinished Soup on the record I ain't talking bout guinness So come eat some soup or just go about your business Gap between soup and man you know that I bridged it I sound like a beast but I ain't with soup monkeys Amount that I consume I could be a soup junkie Drums follow me, I'm always super soup funky Slurpin down that soup baileys, is anyone else's kinda chunky I wake up from my soup slumber Ain't the morning but I got lumber I'm at a hole on the course But I don't know which number Clamber out the sand trap Empty out my boss hat Looking for a way out Need to get on soup track I shout out to a golfer but I don't think he heard me I look for my caddy but I just saw him desert me I see a sign but this shit is so fucking dirty I wipe the board, it says holes 21 to 30 Driving by your crib yeah I'm shooting at your baby pictures Pull up on your family or at you I don't know the difference Way I'm flashing sack makes you think I'm wearing fishnets Soup balls dangling like baubles on fuckin christmas I go ham on soup when I down the whole can So many bands I might buy a house on the strand You call me too salty but your shit is plain bland The way you look like poultry, you cluck on demand Rhinestones dancing, I shine them with turpentine I can't be hit, moving like I'm serpentine I see soups and I think it must be murder time Sinking soups like ships cos its motherfucking mortar time I can't be seen without my boss hat Who knows it might be covering a bald patch When I see a salad I just gotta toss that Triple digit decibels, I'm louder than a lost bat Took a shook crook to a nook in braybrook I hook the chook with a look from a cookbook Put his foot in soot from a kaput fruhstuck Twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty Twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty, twenty one to thirty Twenty one to thirty, all these soups are birdies All these soups are birdies Twenty one to thirty, all these soups are birdies All these soups are birdies I gotta go get it, it's soup armageddon Jim Barnes getting down, make me feel like a felon
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Written by: Harry Bradley, Sandro Saran, Will Dillon
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