Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soda, artist - DJ Scheme.
Date of issue: 21.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Soda |
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten |
Hold on, uh |
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it |
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it |
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business |
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin' |
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the |
crib |
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall |
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live» |
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried |
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen |
Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry |
And by any means that’s necessary |
Designer jeans, my hereditary |
I fucked 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 fuck it up, get back |
All these other niggas straight big cap, uh, uh, uh |
Lambo truck straight pitch black |
Shoppin' at Saks on Fifth, fact, uh, uh, uh |
My unborn daughter got a rich dad |
First car gonna 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, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it |
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it |
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business |
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin' |
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the |
crib (What'd you say? What’d you say Cordae?) |
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall |
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live» (Okay) |
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried |
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen |
Just to prove to niggas 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 bitch back, uh, uh, uh |
You niggas 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 |
Shit on the pussy, shovel over the kitty litter |
Stay with the stick and the misfit, I’m Master Splinter |
I got a duffle bag full of cash, nigga, and I don’t plan to spend it |
I seen this music game wasn’t on shit, had to put my hand up in it |
I know certain niggas that’s for certain killas, but shit, handle business |
I like my bitches bad with a fat ass, be damned if I ain’t hittin' it |
I got a couple cousins with the ankle jewelry, niggas couldn’t ever leave the |
crib |
I said, «Fuck this shit, let’s head to the mall |
'Cause we young, huh, gotta live» |
I know nigga growin' up prematurely but fuck it nigga, I ain’t worried |
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen |
Just to prove to niggas I ain’t scurry |