Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lady Soulja, artist - Baby Soulja
Date of issue: 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 |