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mr. shiz nasty - soap lyrics

[intro]
right
what the h+ll kinda name is soap, eh?

[verse 1: mr. shiz nasty]
washin’ up the game, i keep it soapy clean
b+tches really think that they my number one, like in they dreams
i may be mean, but that don’t mean you can’t get down all on your knees
“shiz nasty, yeah, you so obscene”, the greatest rapper on your screen
ayy, i’ve been grindin’ hard since grade one
bustin’ freestyles at the slide in the playground
put a bullet in yo’ knees and leave you like layton
used to be a savage, still i am, just a paid one
ayy, my dеbut album album of the year
can’t n0body f+ck with me and pk, just to makе it clear
rappin’ like a veteran, but shiz is just a freshman here
whenever i perform, the crowd get lit just like a chandelier

[chorus: mr. shiz nasty]
head boppin’ type of track (i wanna party)
lil shorty, she a snack (eat it up)
just because i got a couple racks (i got money)
she want me to blow her back out (ouch)

[verse 2: logan bolt]
she wanna fall in love, i took her ass to amsterdam
she wanna film, now she pulled up with the nanny+cam (uh)
rolled over, went to sleep off the mazapán
ain’t gotta worry, baby, i got a bag of plan b
too sweet, call the tooth fairy
and when she got up in my coupe, said my coupe’s very
“you so ill, musta had the flu lately”
“and why your pockets so thick? give me some loot, baby”
life’s good and dashboards wooden (wooden)
she put out, i did put in (put in)
i missed the j for the ho, she call me puddin’ (puddin’)
two hands, all tens, what you pullin’? (pullin’)
two hands, one’s around her throat
you know the other’s on my .9, b+tch, i’m quick to air the scope (grrr)
this game dirty, i’ma need the soap
we aim dirty, she slippery the slope, like
we’re same old sh+t
how the f+ck you gettin’ hoes with that same old b+tch?
bring the chit chat, laid the bang on this
better lay low when i aim my diss
we’ll grain ho, no there ain’t on this (uh)
i sang songs like the fame done hit
i make dough, ain’t save that sh+t
won’t change though, because they don’t listen
crying that no hoes wanna touch you, but they f+ckin’ me
silky like a baby with no money, you chuck e. cheese
that lil’ b+tch, she talk to me so sweet, she sunny d
if you think that you got the throne, go take a f+ckin’ seat
i’ma take a sip of a 40 right out the bottle (yessir)
lil’ b+tch, i been feelin’ sort of invincible, do you follow?
it’s like i been like a lord in this industry, i’m apollo
you know i’ma take a sword to this b+tch if he ’bout to squabble
[chorus: mr. shiz nasty]
head boppin’ type of track (i wanna party)
lil shorty, she a snack (eat it up)
just because i got a couple racks (i got money)
she want me to blow her back out (ouch)

- mr shiz nasty lyrics

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