lirik lagu i – emay
[verse 1: lupe fiasco]
they call me lupe
i’ll be your new day
they wanna smell like me
they want my bouquet
but they can’t
they accented like the uk
turn that eau de lupe to
pepe le pew spray
flagrantly fragrant and they can’t escape it
my perfume pursued them everywhere that they went
you don’t want a loan leave my cologne alone
it’s a little too strong for you to be putting on
trust me i say this justly
i went from musty to musky and y’all can’t mush me
i warn y’all cornb*lls i hush puppies
the swans in the pond call my duck ugly
but now they hug me, because it’s lovely
they love the aroma of a roamer of the world
got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls
keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl
[hook: lupe fiasco]
you want the flava ma, hey i gotcha
you want the realness, well i gotcha
i know you sick of them n*ggas big car and watch you
either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters
you want the real sh*t, well i gotcha
you see my n*ggas here, you know we proper
you know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
[verse 2: lupe fiasco]
and i’m from chi*town
that’s where i flies round
keep some cartier frames over my eyes now
we used to g*ngb*ng a lot of that done died down
children of the hat tiltin’ keepin hope alive now
all with no high, i do it so fly
banksy’s attack helicopter with the bow tie
i love my city really hope that god bless it
have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges
welcome all of y’all to my dark recesses
this is where i keep the bars like bathtub edges
my ivories and my doves my levers and my zests
this takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness
the belly of the beast you know i’m from it
i wrap it in a towel, hit gomer pyle in the stomach
and i be on my green like irish spring and i coast
f*dg* wit it and get a mouth full of soap
[hook: lupe fiasco]
you want the flava ma, hey i gotcha
you want the realness, well i gotcha
i know you sick of them n*ggas big car and watch you
either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters
you want the real sh*t, well i gotcha
you see my n*ggas here, you know we proper
you know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right
[verse 3: lupe fiasco]
and so to sign off
this beat i rhyme off
is from thelonious p and hugo mind boss
you feel it in the air
it’s such a fine force
but you don’t hear me though
just like a mimes talk
that’s cause i’m in europe
me in my french tour
i’m on my pimp, my temperature is tempura
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