Various Artists – Soda

Various Artists – Soda Lyrics

Artist: Various Artists
Song: Soda

Y’all rocking with DJ Scheme, little b#tch
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)
Hold on, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, n#gg#, and I don’t plan to spend it

I seen this music game wasn’t on sh#t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n#gg#s that’s for certain killas, but sh#t, handle business
I like my b#tches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin’
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,

n#gg#s couldn’t ever leave the crib
I said, “**** this sh#t, let’s head to the mall
‘Cause we young, huh, gotta live”
I know n#gg# growin’ up prematurely but **** it, n#gg#, I ain’t worried

Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n#gg#s I ain’t scurry
And by any means that’s necessary
Designer jeans, my hereditary

I ****ed that ho like mid-May, just to have a baby by February
Like oh man, crazy as hell
This job only pay me a lil’
Wonder how a Mercedes’ll feel?

Daydreamin’ ain’t payin’ a bill
Uh, watch how I **** it up, get back
All these other n#gg#s straight big cap, uh, uh, uh
Lambo truck straight pitch black

Shoppin’ at Saks on Fifth Ave, uh, uh, uh
My unborn daughter got a rich dad
First car gon’ be a Hellcat, uh, uh, uh
Good gas, boy, we smell that

Shoes same cost as Chanel bag, uh, uh, uh
I got a duffle bag full of cash, n#gg#, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on sh#t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n#gg#s that’s for certain killas, but sh#t, handle business

I like my b#tches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin’
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
n#gg#s couldn’t ever leave the crib (What’d you say? What’d you say Cordae?)
I said, “**** this sh#t, let’s head to the mall

‘Cause we young, huh, gotta live” (Okay)
I know n#gg# growin’ up prematurely but **** it, n#gg#, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n#gg#s I ain’t scurry (Ayy, ayy, ayy, water)

Don’t even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin’ my presence
Like a navy but your closed eyelids
Feelin’ like a menace to Society, I’m Dennis The Menace without sobriety
Hold my beer (Oh my), ayy, listen here

To make that kind of money,
You gon’ need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (Ayy, ayy, ayy, it’s tear)
I ain’t talkin’ Rudolph, I’m makin’ it rain, dear
Soundin’ like I’m Naruto, talkin’ about Pain here, uh, uh, uh

She jackin’ my beanstalk, get that?
Golden Goose, had to get your b#tch back, uh, uh, uh
You n#gg#s need to go and get your drip back
Mismatch, need the milk, Similac, uh, uh, uh

Probably took a catnap and still in my peripheral (Whoo!)
Keepin’ it with the nat-nat, uh, uh, uh
I’ma ace this blackjack, schoolin’ ’em
And how to handle the rock like I’m Jack Black, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh (Get it), hot as Grand Crayon, sand scorpion critter
Radioactive, I broke the emitter
You bitter, I get like I’m paid, babysitter (You bitter)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, flow sharper than any arrow in Robin Hood quiver

sh#t on the p#ss#, shovel over the kitty litter
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I’m Master Splinter
Duffle bag full of cash, n#gg#, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on sh#t, had to put my hand up in it

I know certain n#gg#s that’s for certain killas, but sh#t, handle business
I like my b#tches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin’ it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
n#gg#s couldn’t ever leave the crib

I said, “**** this sh#t, let’s head to the mall
‘Cause we young, huh, gotta live”
I know n#gg# growin’ up prematurely but **** it, n#gg#, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen

Just to prove to n#gg#s I ain’t scurry
If a n#gg# ever talk sh#t, I’ma finish him
**** the police and **** George Zimmerman
Just told M1 heat a new Timberland

n#gg#s switched up on me, Aunt Vivian
Good kid from a m.A.A.d city, no minivan
Love a fat ass, but really, I’m a titty man
Hit the strip club, spent at least about 50 bands

**** all the b#llsh#t, I’m the real Dirty Dan
Ayy, what you need? You a centipede, you can’t **** with me
I’m a winner, you a runner up, Mike Huckabee
Luckily, cut some n#gg#s off, now I’m sucker-free

My b#tch, she so ****ing bad, buy her double C’s
Duffle bag full of cash, n#gg#, and I don’t plan to spend it
I seen this music game wasn’t on sh#t, had to put my hand up in it
I know certain n#gg#s that’s for certain killas, but sh#t, handle business

I like my b#tches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin’ it
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry,
n#gg#s couldn’t ever leave the crib
I said, “**** this sh#t, let’s head to the mall

‘Cause we young, huh, gotta live”
I know n#gg# growin’ up prematurely but **** it, n#gg#, I ain’t worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen
Just to prove to n#gg#s I ain’t scurry
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Release Year: 2008