Soopaman Luva 7

Soopaman Luva, fly through the air at night
He'll leave you dick-ma-tized
Soopaman Luva (haha)

Yo, the Soopaman Luva, the bad motherfucker
A superhero like me? Nann udder
I'm flyin' through the air, waitin' on my intel
Dre Beats headphones playin' Big L
What happened to the rap game, people?
I was gone ten years, now rap's a little weird
Mumbling words, I give 'em all a Mossberg
They had to tell McEnroe how they got served

And everybody attitudes stank
It's chaos, but that's more money in the bank for me
Ring, ring (Soopaman Luva)
Yes, the guy with knotty hair and welfare ID (let's go)
I jacked Iron Man for the Audi
I sold coke to the X-Men and Batman the molly
And when I need to get my bread right
Spider-Man sell weed for me literally on the website

Do you need my help? (I said yes)
It's about 50K, girl, send your address (what?)
And just like The Jacksons, I'll be there
And if you don't got my money, I swear, bitch

Soopaman Luva, fly through the air at night (look, up in the sky)
He'll leave you dick-ma-tized
Soopaman Luva

Yo, I got paid, now I'm feeling like the dope man
I'm watching New Jack City in my Ray-Bans
I fly to her crib
She said the po-po kidnapped her friend so you know I'm 'bout to go HAM
I kicked in the door, yelled out, "Who want war?"
And got bit by a Labrador
Get him off me, bitch (no, stop)
He bite me again and you and him getting shot

She said, "Please, Soopaman, relax
I'ma throw something sexy on, roll a blunt and I'll be back"
Yo, I took off my Timbs and I hit the bed
I'm like, "Oh, shit, nigga, I'm 'bout to get some head" (get 'em)
She walked out, it was dark but sexy
She took the NFL knee and gave me Becky (yeah)
I said, "I'm cummin'," and then she paused
I felt the gun nozzle press up on my balls

"What the fuck, bae?" She said, "Shut up, punk"
I turned on the lights, it's Miss Melan- Trump (what?)
She had Michelle Obama tied up, too
I said, "Michelle!", she said, "Woo, woo, woo, woo"

Soopaman Luva, fly through the air at night (look, up in the sky)
He'll leave you dick-ma-tized
Soopaman Luva (soopa, soopa, soopa)

Look, up in the sky
Come on, let's smoke, baby
Soopaman Luva (it's a plane)
Look, up in the sky
Come on, let's smoke, baby
Soopaman Luva (yessir)

Yo, I looked at Michelle, and she looked at me
She said, "Mh-mh-mh-mh-mh-mh-mh"
I said, "Donald Trump kidnap you? I'ma get him"
Then here come Donald, like, "I'm right here, nigga
Now everybody, quiet, this is the day
I'ma keep it one hunnid as you Black people say
The reason y'all tied up here
'Cause I don't wanna see the Obamas run another eight years"

I'm like, "What you mean? Oh, Michelle
She could be the first lady in the president's chair"
My dick grabbed the gun from Miss Melanie
I smacked her and pointed at the enemy



Credits
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Erick Sermon, Reggie Noble
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