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prof - soupy lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, i stay away from po+po
keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro+bros
raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no+joke
keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
i’m turning ‘to a logo
keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro+bros
raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no+joke
keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
i’m turning ‘to a logo
[verse 1: prof]
check deposited
i’m so good god with it
prof a consummate
don’t sell me that plane if it don’t come with bombs in it
maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle
i’m smoking a nugget
ayee ow, sorry i’m thinking out loud
they thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout
i have a different account, like thеm leaving missing a mouth
bro got a gat with a gas mask on it
think about the fact you could pass that chronic
talking matter fact, lеt a rat get punched
i’m the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon’ it
that’s that black cadillac, demonic
pack that fat ass sat tectonic
rappers in my city be soft as porcelain
pay your respects to a true outdoorsman
you only know me by music
you don’t know me, you stupid
put on your shoes and run to a conclusion

[chorus]
yeah, i stay away from po+po
keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro+bros
raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no+joke
keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
i’m turning ‘to a logo
keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro+bros
raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that’s a no+joke
keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope
i’m turning ‘to a logo
[verse 2: cozz]
aye if it ain’t thick, i don’t touch it
that goes for the knots in my pockets and the booties on the thots that i thought about
shh, quiet
y’all know what i’m saying, it’s simple and it’s plain
i ain’t really gotta talk about nothing, it’s all in the vibe
it can’t be denied, f+ck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine
got the keys to the sky, cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly
he don’t need a stylist but he need a ride
cuz he drinks ciroc, and he’ll leave his keys in his wallet along
with his mind, c+o+z+z he wylin’
but we all know this ain’t my first time though
is it my second or the third time? no
might be a little crazy but i earned my dough
so don’t tell me sh+t, it really irks my soul
d+mn cody mac, please calm down
you know you got plaques, you know you got racks
you even got songs with cole now
you should probably be more mature now
see the problem is the more you tell me not to do something
is when i really want to go and do some more now
so keep this sh+t between my brothers
and if they talking to the cops, then it’s f+ck ‘em

- prof lyrics

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