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Souls Of Mischief

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sup Doder Lyrics - Souls Of Mischief

[female voice] how do I know you're any good? 

[male voice] I'll give you a free sample 

[male voice] and if you like it we'll team up 

[male voice] if not, no hard feelings 

[female voice] fair enough 

 

[tajai] 

Indeed her body is bad true 

Her hair is wit 

Mos def, I'm impressed by her style of dress 

A retro, strange get up 

Lookin' like a betty page pinup 

Make me wanna release the pimp in me 

Who stays pent up 

For days like these skirts lit up 

Boustiere the type to tease 

Rosy lips have me frozen stiff 

Watchin' her tongue flick 

As she rolled a spliff 

I approached amidst the smoky mist 

Spoke to the miss in ways I'm known to 

And once transfixed by my gaze 

We moved on to 

Bigger and better nightcaps 

To relax the synapsys syntact 

That make her want to contact my mattress 

Tumbling gymnastics 

Is calculated movements no time for fumbling 

She shucked her clothes 

Contorted into a pose, i 

Couldn't oppose the long stem rose 

Protruding for my robe, she strolled to the windows 

And made for sho' the shades was closed 

And then I "supdoder? " 

Then I "what's the re'd? " her 

Then I or g'd her 

 

[opio] 

Shit I had to meet her 

Freak her like derek jeter did mariah 

Orgasm messiah nigga I freed her 

Her boyfriend's a crack dealer 

Flashin' on her straight wife beater 

Drawn down with the nine heater 

Tryin' to slap the handcuffs on her when he the criminal 

Real women know you can only pimp a ho 

Don't try to get physical 

'cause she gon' suck another dick 

And oh it might be mine 

I bust her out she walkin' pigeon-toed 

Then I cast with the fishin' pole 

Catch her in the indigo see-through 

She feel an o 

And it's oh jesus 

Cause she's just the type to let me have it all, see 

So I had a ball 

 

[scratched] 

I hit it, I did it I admit it 

And we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it 

Say you're g'in (g'in? ) g'in 

But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure 

I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it 

Sup doe, sup doe, sup doe! 

Supdoder the I "what's the re'd? " her 

Then I g'd her 

 

[a-plus] 

Now, the souls niggas don't say "what up love" or "yo" 

We see a pretty thing and be like "sup doe!" 

She prob'ly wit' it if you keep your body fitted 

If you bumming with no money she bouncin' like somebody shitted 

But that's cool though, 'cause in the rules bro 

Win or lose there's always someone else to choose yo 

That's the case in this rat race 

Whether she skinny and pretty or bangin' with a wack face, i 

Met a broad on the street, she said call her denise 

Sportin' a green nautica fleece 

Ha, that's cute prob'ly her man's coat 

That'll stop me the day I see somethin' on land float 

Put in your hand wrote the phone number down 

About a week and two days passed 

Plus wanna slumber now 

Supdoder, then I "stammine'd" her 

Then I g'd her 

 

[phesto dee] 

Yeah it's permanent work on my hip 

I'm that swift 

Jerry kirby and terrell owens had a fifth 

You know them two live crew 

Dancer short and make you thick 

Hawaiian black siren lookin' like salma hayek 

With inflated pecs she playin' water polo 

'bout to start a riot at the hyatt by the colliseum what's the re 

I'm like sup doe! I see it's all (fiat? ) 

She said "what's that in your sweatpants a six foot kayak? 

Frightened' like she on a dick diet had me inspired 

At times you can say her mouth put up a whole lot of silence 

The whip cream shootin' on her ass, tits and thighs 

I'm no cassanova but I pole her while I hold a motorola 

And rollin' dosia if I know she's sober 

That I only light in the room at the flash of my busy busy minolta 

She electrify when I'm erect with sexual voltage 

Bust out pole position if she fuckin' with the souls of mischief 

 

[scratched] 

I hit it, I did it I admit it 

So then we did it, and we did it, and we did it, and we did it 

Say you're g'in (g'in? ) g'in 

But anyway they beg for more and that's for sure 

I hit it, I did it I admit it, I never quit it 

Sup doe, sup doe, sup doe! 

Supdoder then I "stammine'd her" 

Then I g'd her 

Are you remember?


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