[{"id":11718232,"name":"Soupy","trackName":"Soupy","artistName":"Prof","albumName":"Soupy","duration":207.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, I stay away from po-po\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\nNo joke\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\n\nCheck deposited\nI'm so good God with it\nProf a consummate\nDon't sell me that plane if it don't come with bombs in it\nMaybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle\nI'm smoking a nugget\nAyee ow, sorry I'm thinking out loud\nThey thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout\nI have a different account, like them leaving missing a mouth\nBro got a gat with a gas mask on it\nThink about the fact you could pass that chronic\nTalking matter fact, let a rat get punched\nI'm the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon' it\nThat's that black Cadillac, demonic\nPack that fat ass sat tectonic\nRappers in my city be soft as porcelain\nPay your respects to a true outdoorsman\nYou only know me by music\nYou don't know me, you stupid\nPut on your shoes and run to a conclusion\n\nYeah, I stay away from po-po\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\nNo joke\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\n\nAye if it ain't thick, I don't touch it\nThat goes for the knots in my pockets\nAnd the booties on the thots that I thought about\nShh, quiet\nY'all know what I'm saying, it's simple and it's plain\nI ain't really gotta talk about nothing, it's all in the vibe\nIt can't be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine\nGot the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly\nHe don't need a stylist but he need a ride\nCuz he drinks Ciroc, and he'll leave his keys in his wallet along\nWith his mind, C-O-Z-Z he wylin'\nBut we all know this ain't my first time though\nIs it my second or the third time? No\nMight be a little crazy but I earned my dough\nSo don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul\nDamn Cody mac, please calm down\nYou know you got plaques, you know you got racks\nYou even got songs with Cole now\nYou should probably be more mature now\nSee the problem is the more you tell me not to do something\nIs when I really want to go and do some more now\nSo keep this shit between my brothers\nAnd if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em\n\nYeah, I stay away from po-po\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\nNo joke\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[00:14.48] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[00:17.95] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[00:21.32] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[00:24.81] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[00:27.22] No joke\n[00:28.19] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[00:31.47] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[00:34.95] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[00:38.44] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[00:40.51] Check deposited\n[00:42.15] I'm so good, God with it\n[00:44.00] Prof a consummate\n[00:45.88] Don't sell me that plane if it don't come with bombs in it\n[00:49.06] Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle\n[00:53.48] I'm smoking a nugget\n[00:54.44] Ay, ow, sorry I'm thinking out loud\n[00:56.48] They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout\n[00:58.82] I have a different account, like them leaving missing a mouth\n[01:01.45] Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it\n[01:03.36] Think about the fact you could pass that chronic\n[01:05.01] Talking matter of fact, let a rat get punched\n[01:06.65] I'm the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon' it\n[01:08.55] That's that black Cadillac, demonic\n[01:10.23] Pack that fat ass sat tectonic\n[01:11.98] Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain\n[01:13.64] Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman\n[01:15.69] You only know me by music\n[01:17.43] You don't know me, you stupid\n[01:19.24] Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion\n[01:21.28] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[01:23.15] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[01:26.43] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[01:29.73] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[01:33.28] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[01:35.75] No joke\n[01:36.65] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[01:40.07] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[01:43.52] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[01:46.91] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[01:49.31] Ay, if it ain't thick, I don't touch it\n[01:51.64] That goes for the knots in my pockets and the booties on the thots that I thought about\n[01:54.46] (Shh, quiet)\n[01:55.12] Y'all know what I'm saying, it's simple and it's plain\n[01:56.92] I ain't really gotta talk about nothing, it's all in the vibe\n[01:59.33] It can't be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine\n[02:01.91] Got the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly\n[02:04.67] He don't need a stylist, but he need a ride\n[02:06.32] 'Cause he drinks CÎROC, and he'll leave his keys in his wallet along\n[02:08.83] With his mind, C-O-Z-Z, he wylin'\n[02:10.63] But we all know this ain't my first time though\n[02:12.38] Is it my second or the third time? No\n[02:13.95] Might be a little crazy, but I earned my dough\n[02:15.69] So don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul\n[02:17.44] Damn Cody Mac, please calm down\n[02:19.09] You know you got plaques, you know you got racks\n[02:20.87] You even got songs with Cole now\n[02:22.38] You should probably be more mature now\n[02:24.28] See the problem is the more you tell me not to do something\n[02:25.90] Is when I really want to go and do some more now\n[02:27.53] So keep this shit between my brothers\n[02:29.27] And if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em\n[02:29.86] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[02:31.86] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[02:35.01] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[02:38.45] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[02:41.82] I'm turning 'to a logo (ay, ay)\n[02:44.27] No joke\n[02:45.11] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[02:48.75] Raking dollars, fill my 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pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n\n Four, five housewives outside mouth wide\n Normal day on the Southside\n So high, I got Alzheim's\n Slopestyle, alpine in my downtime\n\n Girl, you sturdy as hell\n Speak three languages, and I heard you read braille\n I bet the motherfuckers feeling me now\n They was turning me down\n Nowadays, I be turning them out\n\n Cup of lean got me questioning my sanity\n All this footage on the phones could be damaging\n So drunk that I can barely see\n Is that Jennifer Aniston balancing on a manatee\n\n Who's flexible at the festival\n And what's the numeros por tu teléfono (wow)\n I wish that I was born with eight cocks\n 'Bout to go someplace and drink my face off like Wade Boggs\n\n Drop it down, fuck it up, spread 'em out, back it up\n Run 'em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch (yes, sir), pack a lunch\n\n Black Hannibal, dressed like Barry Manilow\n No covid shot pop, I got the antidote\n You want to act animal, I'll push the envelope\n Clip in the TEC look like a banana boat (rah)\n\n Tenth grade, I have cake like Anna Mae\n My attitude keep you at bay, the Mandalay\n With the gift of gab, I go get the bag\n Then I pound my dogs like Kurupt and Daz\n\n I need a lap dance from a rap fan\n Girl, show me you got drive like a dash cam\n Yeah, I'm the captain, roll in an Afghan'\n I drop bombs on 'em like the gap band\n\n Black bandana tiltin' like Santana\n I'ma cheap fuck, I wine and dine at Panera\n I walk through your hood with a vendetta\n Yelling out, \"Who the best, nigga?\" Na'n other\n\n If I had 20 million, I gotta spend it\n The lieutenant go Luke Cage, I gotta finish 'em\n In Paris, women give me French benefits\n I'm the king, so kiss the bling of the ring and say, \"Hi your eminence\"\n\n Ho, that's how a real nigga do it\n Nothing change but the mic when I'm interviewing\n Me and Prof, we got bud by the bunch\n It's an all-nighter, go pack a lunch, nigga\n\n Drop it down (uh), fuck it up (yep), spread 'em out, back it up\n Run 'em out, throw it up, go to work, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch (let's go!)\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n Pack a lunch, pack a lunch\n\n Uh, my real life like comic con\n Sparring, soccer moms in the octagon\n Spirit animal, Karl Malone\n I'm just thankful that they let me bring my dog along\n\n I'm a wild motherfucker, I'll admit that\n More action boss, less chit-chat\n Girl, you lookin' good, where your kids at\n Me versus your man, that's a mismatch\n\n If I had an opportunity to be greeted with booty\n Even if it need be Anita, Shaquita, maybe Judy\n 80 groupies in a parade I'm faded, they alluding\n Basically, I'd grab all the party people and I would tell them\n\n If you tryna party then we got a concord\n All them lames over there, they are done for\n Turn this shit to a freaknik of some sort\n It's gon' be some 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No\nMight be a little crazy but I earned my dough\nSo don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul\nDamn Cody mac, please calm down\nYou know you got plaques, you know you got racks\nYou even got songs with Cole now\nYou should probably be more mature now\nSee the problem is the more you tell me not to do something\nIs when I really want to go and do some more now\nSo keep this shit between my brothers\nAnd if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em\n\nYeah, I stay away from po-po\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\nNo joke\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.52] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[00:14.48] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[00:17.95] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[00:21.32] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[00:24.81] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[00:27.22] No joke\n[00:28.19] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[00:31.47] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[00:34.95] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[00:38.44] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[00:40.51] Check deposited\n[00:42.15] I'm so good, God with it\n[00:44.00] Prof a consummate\n[00:45.88] Don't sell me that plane if it don't come with bombs in it\n[00:49.06] Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle\n[00:53.48] I'm smoking a nugget\n[00:54.44] Ay, ow, sorry I'm thinking out loud\n[00:56.48] They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout\n[00:58.82] I have a different account, like them leaving missing a mouth\n[01:01.45] Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it\n[01:03.36] Think about the fact you could pass that chronic\n[01:05.01] Talking matter of fact, let a rat get punched\n[01:06.65] I'm the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon' it\n[01:08.55] That's that black Cadillac, demonic\n[01:10.23] Pack that fat ass sat tectonic\n[01:11.98] Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain\n[01:13.64] Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman\n[01:15.69] You only know me by music\n[01:17.43] You don't know me, you stupid\n[01:19.24] Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion\n[01:21.28] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[01:23.15] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[01:26.43] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[01:29.73] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[01:33.28] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[01:35.75] No joke\n[01:36.65] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[01:40.07] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[01:43.52] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[01:46.91] I'm turning 'to a logo\n[01:49.31] Ay, if it ain't thick, I don't touch it\n[01:51.64] That goes for the knots in my pockets and the booties on the thots that I thought about\n[01:54.46] (Shh, quiet)\n[01:55.12] Y'all know what I'm saying, it's simple and it's plain\n[01:56.92] I ain't really gotta talk about nothing, it's all in the vibe\n[01:59.33] It can't be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine\n[02:01.91] Got the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly\n[02:04.67] He don't need a stylist, but he need a ride\n[02:06.32] 'Cause he drinks CÎROC, and he'll leave his keys in his wallet along\n[02:08.83] With his mind, C-O-Z-Z, he wylin'\n[02:10.63] But we all know this ain't my first time though\n[02:12.38] Is it my second or the third time? No\n[02:13.95] Might be a little crazy, but I earned my dough\n[02:15.69] So don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul\n[02:17.44] Damn Cody Mac, please calm down\n[02:19.09] You know you got plaques, you know you got racks\n[02:20.87] You even got songs with Cole now\n[02:22.38] You should probably be more mature now\n[02:24.28] See the problem is the more you tell me not to do something\n[02:25.90] Is when I really want to go and do some more now\n[02:27.53] So keep this shit between my brothers\n[02:29.27] And if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em\n[02:29.86] Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n[02:31.86] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[02:35.01] Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie, that's a no-joke\n[02:38.45] Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n[02:41.82] I'm turning 'to a logo (ay, ay)\n[02:44.27] No joke\n[02:45.11] Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n[02:48.75] Raking dollars, fill my 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No\nMight be a little crazy but I earned my dough\nSo don't tell me shit, it really irks my soul\nDamn Cody mac, please calm down\nYou know you got plaques, you know you got racks\nYou even got songs with Cole now\nYou should probably be more mature now\nSee the problem is the more you tell me not to do something\nIs when I really want to go and do some more now\nSo keep this shit between my brothers\nAnd if they talking to the cops, then it's fuck 'em\n\nYeah, I stay away from po-po\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo\nNo joke\nKeep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\nRaking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\nKeep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\nI'm turning 'to a logo","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Soupy\n artist: Prof\n album: Horse\n duration_ms: 242860\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\n Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n I'm turning 'to a logo\n No joke\n Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\n Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n I'm turning 'to a logo\n\n Check deposited\n I'm so good God with it\n Prof a consummate\n Don't sell me that plane if it don't come with bombs in it\n Maybe some missiles, making it sizzle, grease on the griddle\n I'm smoking a nugget\n Ayee ow, sorry I'm thinking out loud\n They thinking they figured us out, they fishing for clout\n I have a different account, like them leaving missing a mouth\n Bro got a gat with a gas mask on it\n Think about the fact you could pass that chronic\n Talking matter fact, let a rat get punched\n I'm the miggity miggity miggity miggity mack, dag gon' it\n That's that black Cadillac, demonic\n Pack that fat ass sat tectonic\n Rappers in my city be soft as porcelain\n Pay your respects to a true outdoorsman\n You only know me by music\n You don't know me, you stupid\n Put on your shoes and run to a conclusion\n\n Yeah, I stay away from po-po\n Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\n Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n I'm turning 'to a logo\n No joke\n Keep it polished, making commas, stay tight with my bro-bros\n Raking dollars, fill my pockets, homie that's a no-joke\n Keep it soupy with my groupies, peep the dookie gold rope\n I'm turning 'to a logo\n\n Aye if it ain't thick, I don't touch it\n That goes for the knots in my pockets\n And the booties on the thots that I thought about\n Shh, quiet\n Y'all know what I'm saying, it's simple and it's plain\n I ain't really gotta talk about nothing, it's all in the vibe\n It can't be denied, fuck a piece of the pie, the whole thing is mine\n Got the keys to the sky, Cody be a pilot, he neat and he fly\n He don't need a stylist but he need a ride\n Cuz he drinks Ciroc, and he'll leave his keys in his wallet along\n With his mind, C-O-Z-Z he wylin'\n But we all know this ain't my first time though\n Is it my second or the third time? 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