Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lady Soulja , by - Baby SouljaRelease date: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lady Soulja |
| She got a camouflage |
| She got a camouflage dress |
| Like no one’s seen her |
| She got a camouflage with some high heels on |
| She don’t give niggas attention 'cause she know what I’m on |
| Lady Soulja, bae, you my Lady Soulja |
| She know I ain’t got no L’s, she on point when I drive |
| Them crackers get behind me, hide the work in her thighs |
| Lady Soulja, girl, you my Lady Soulja, my Lady Soulja |
| I ain’t gon' lie, bae, you prettier than a bih' |
| I just be lookin' at you, I be like, «Bae prettier than a bih'» |
| You give your time to your phone, I get jealous than a bih' |
| I get revenge and do the same, I be pettier than a bih' |
| What you say? |
| Please don’t ever change on me |
| 'Cause every girl I had done changed on me |
| Be on my side if it rain on me |
| Don’t put the blame on me 'cause it’s plain to see |
| That I fuck with you, and for you I’ma get it right |
| I’m on the flight to get this check, but bae, I’m coming by |
| And when I do, you know I’m fuckin' from the back |
| I’ma eat you from the back, I’ma lick from front to back |
| You the one who in my dreams |
| On everything, I pray for these things |
| Mama told me you was down with me |
| Plus you cried with me when they killed Dominique |
| She got a camouflage with some high heels on |
| She don’t give niggas attention 'cause she know what I’m on |
| Lady Soulja, bae, you my Lady Soulja |
| She know I ain’t got no L’s, she on point when I drive |
| Them crackers get behind me, hide the work in her thighs |
| Lady Soulja, girl, you my Lady Soulja, my Lady Soulja |
| Pour me a cup and roll my weed, bae |
| I’m finna slide, 'fore I go, somethin' you need, bae? |
| You send me to the store, you be fucked up 'bout that cheesecake |
| My neck hurtin' like a bih', massage it for me please, bae |
| I know you the one, I’m the one, we the one, we just be goin' |
| I told you I’m in beef, I showed you how to use a gun |
| In case they catch me slippin', you gon' have to shoot 'em for me |
| Ain’t gon' lie, you fuckin' with a nigga who pure |
| I get romantic, rub my fingers through your hair |
| I don’t get embarrassed, hold your hand anywhere |
| Grab your ass in front of niggas, let 'em know you mine, yeah |
| I come from the 'Ville, you come from G |
| Just like me, reflection of me |
| Hope you don’t lie to me |
| Hope you don’t lie to me |
| She got a camouflage with some high heels on |
| She don’t give niggas attention 'cause she know what I’m on |
| Lady Soulja, bae, you my Lady Soulja |
| She know I ain’t got no L’s, she on point when I drive |
| Them crackers get behind me, hide the work in her thighs |
| Lady Soulja, girl, you my Lady Soulja, my Lady Soulja |