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soup y - cloutdiggers lyrics

would you wait for me if i had no money to my name
would you leave if i told you that i would never change

had to see what this was all about
your priorities are offset the way you try to gain clout
open your mouth to only be in doubt
too many greens and moss
i had to take a different route
keep my gr-ss low
play with my fiddle then p-ss dough
light my cigar in cuba, rip fidel castro
p-ss me the hookah, i was in cl-ss slow
lastly the computer, staring at fat -ss hoes
avianti rose gold, solitaire on froze
outdated drip, outrageous trips
popping tags, carrying bags that weigh more than shaq
from the hood, i forgot how to act
carry the strap, on the scouting report
you always gotta know where i’m at
you ain’t a gangsta if none of the juveniles nolia (know ya) clap..

made your whole year in month yeah uh, b-tches on my d-ck coz they fiesty uh
haters be dissin but i flexin money uh
f-ckers try dissin then text you support, yeah uh
but im tired of cashin these checks on me
these ho’s be climbing all over me

aye, see look

mr incredible, mrs elastigirl
when you in trouble they come out to save the world

uh
yeah, i’m spitting fire in the booth i’m magical, you just lost a tooth, i’m playing’ chess you checkers, i even spent hundad’ bands on my shoes, you look like a cube you say you famous, your n-body who? boy you are dumb, i need quick cr-p done, bada boom click clack done, boy you look like you like apples, so i can call you freaking’ macintosh, black or white, kids be doing’ the floss, you work for me, boy i’m the boss… i got sauce you is lost, pour it all on your mom hol’up stop, my homies exchangin’ shots in the parking lot! huh?

let me tell you about something
i came up from nothing
so that’s why you see me stunting
yuh
let me tell you about grinding
working on my writing
so that’s why you see me shining
yuh
let me show you about rapping
worked hard to make it happen
whilst you were busy napping
yuh
there’s been days i haven’t slept
been up 24/7 to perfect
all these sk!lls that i possess
yuh
let me tell you about money
this money made girls love me
when before they didn’t even look at me
yuh
let me tell you about fake friends
used to chill with them on the pavements
and now they want your paycheque
yuhr

- soup y lyrics

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