HOTBOX – SODA LUV Lyrics
Artist: HOTBOX
Song: SODA LUV
Young Royce
I opened my mouth – you’re a sad trombone
My stick will get a blood clot in her throat
Mom’s car will be your coffin
If we smoke, we smoke loudly (A, a)
Opp dances, but it’s not boxing
You’ll soon forget what the sky looks like
But then you’ll fly to him
Opp dances, but it’s not boxing
You’ll soon forget what the sky looks like
But then you’ll fly to him (Oh, oh)
White b#tch, what kind of f#ck are you?
The one with the flyer by the subway (Hey, uh)
My p#ss#, how many meters is it?
The b#tch eats it like a bento
I’m going from Ukhta to Val, I’m looking at the sky
Listening to the Yellow T-Band (Ukhta)
My brother shoots accurately without a sight
Your thie looks like Ranetka (p#ss#, pow-pow-pow)
I’m hitting your b#tch with balls
As wild as a racket (Gr-r-r)
On-On-On me, water is a c#nt of parquet (Gang)
You smell coke, you mow under Pieha (Gang)
You want to sh#t, but there’s no paper (No)
It’s not the first one, you’re just under the mef
Sorry, I’m sorry, you’ve swept here
The b#tch shakes hard like under Metal (Metal)
Joe is healthy, it contains methane
Sweet taste, it tastes like pecan (Beijing), and
(In the other – In the other – In the other -) Beretta put into the oppa’s cheek
I’ll click on the ground, as if you were a deck (Grrrr)
I’ll send you to your mom with SDEK
We have clubs like the Aztecs (Aztecs, big ones), ah
Huge, f#cking, sizes (13 UK), ah
Like whales, and
Yes-Es-If you’re a whale, then we’re a f#cking whale (Whaler, oh, ah)
On
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