Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Strawberry Soda , by - Justina Valentine. Release date: 02.12.2020
Song language: English
Strawberry Soda |
| I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner |
| A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter |
| When he feelin' full and the dinner all over |
| I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda |
| (Damn right) |
| Bubble up |
| Go head and get ya money up |
| Bubble up |
| Go head and get ya money up |
| He said I ride nice D, he told me to come over |
| He rep the Midwest, he was born in Minnesota |
| From the school of hard knocks, push the rock like he Hova |
| He love me 'cause I’m bubbly, call me Strawberry Soda |
| I drove to Staten Island for my piece that’s from Sicily |
| Said we meant to be 'cause we both was from Italy |
| For a white boy he really knew how to fuck |
| Got me all the new shit off the back of the truck |
| My new man sent a pic, yeah that dick pretty |
| Nobody be packin' like a thug from Brick City |
| He just did a bid, ain’t no pork on his fork |
| I jump on 21 to go kick it out in Newark |
| Hood dude, rude boy, with a dome full of dreads |
| He love me for my brains, so he always wants head |
| When he don’t get his way he be actin' like a child |
| Every damn car he steal smell like a Black & Mild |
| I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner |
| A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter |
| When he feelin' full and the dinner all over |
| I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda |
| (Damn right) |
| Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up) |
| Go head and get ya money up |
| Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up) |
| Go head and get ya money up |
| Cuban papi from Miami always wanna hit the club |
| He be gettin' mad hype when the people show me love |
| I knew his ass was freaky, he was peekin' through the peephole |
| Hate when he get crazy when he fuckin' with pedico |
| I roll up the spliff, dile toma me toca |
| Me amo cuando dice eres mi gringa loca |
| Sex so passionate, I make his blood boil |
| I stay with him just for his Tia’s arroz con pollo |
| Had a LA gangsta and he really had me trippin' |
| Couldn’t bring me to his block 'cause he told me he was crippin' |
| He call me little red when I’m ridin' through his hood |
| All we ever listened to was Nipsey Hussle and Snoop |
| That West Coast flavor, yeah, I love his slang and |
| When I’m around the set ain’t the only thing he be bangin' |
| Sell salt to a slug, whatever he push, they buyin' |
| He said he’d leave the streets alone, I knew he was lyin' |
| Then I met a real man and his vibes was necessary |
| He act like Bobby Brown 'cause he from Roxbury |
| Hit my DM, said he had to get me |
| Had me hittin' all them high notes like I was Whitney |
| He was selfish with the Celtics and you know that I was hatin' it |
| We always got to fightin' when the Giants played the Patriots |
| We was broke together, now we about to buy a caddy |
| I’m his little baby so ya know I call him daddy |
| I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner |
| A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter |
| When he feelin' full and the dinner all over |
| I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda |
| (Damn right) |
| Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up) |
| Go head and get ya money up |
| Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up) |
| Go head and get ya money up |