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[Intro: Heems] Yo, yo Soup Boys Queens shit (Queens shit) (Soup Soup Soup Soup) Alright [Verse 1: Heems] Indians jersey and an Om on my necklace Outside Van Buren I’m parked in a Lexus Waiting for the man, I’m waiting for a gram I’m waiting for the man to put a gram up in my hand And I’m looking fresh, you’ll never find a flyer steeze I’m in Richmond Hill smoking with the Guyanese Hindus getting higher than a mother fucking fire kid Punjabis wild, yo, Himanshu is a Shayar man They’re throwing stones at the Mosque I'm in tune with goons that's stoned at the Mosque I’m throwing stones in the zone with my box You eating stones I’m seeing drones up top Like that drone cool, but I hate that drone Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone Drones in the morning, drones in the night I’m trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight [Hook: Heems] That drone cool, but I hate that drone Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone Letras de cancionesDrones in the morning, drones in the night I’m trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight [Verse 2: Heems] Timberlands on, polo rugby on my back I’m outside John Bowne, I’m parked in an Ac I’m waiting for Jay, Jay got the yay And when I see Jay all my problems go away Now I'm drinking with my cousin bars we bum rushing Drinking White Russians with Russians in Flushing We can tussle if they look at my cousin’s girl You couldn’t last a day in Thurman's world Moving in Carlos, Carona, taper If they talk about us, they about to get shanked up I wake up I'm listening for them to say Hindu But no problem, then I do like Him do I’m stoned, I’m stoned at my parent’s house White boys throwing stones at my parent’s house They dot-busting, hate crime, race war I'm high as space dog, wild as three caged boars [Hook: Heems] [Verse 3: Heems] I’m rocking Nikes, Timeport Motorola In front of Cardozo, Toyota Carola Puff holder, Coca Cola, Back-seat scroller Back street stroller, hash-tree roller Chloe bhatura eater, he the holder He the chosen heathen, he honing in Hodo(?) For Ransom, my Temple look like a mansion Hindu centre, we be praying we be dancing On the boulevard, right on Kissena We rolling green up, from Mecca to Medina They throwing stones at the temple Got me drinking too much, got me going mental Like that Drone modest, but that drone flawed All of them drones do what those drones want Drones want to wild and drones want to kill Drones want your dome and your bone and your grill [Hook: Heems] Soup Boy From Letras Mania