Lyrics Jada - Soldier Kidd

Jada

I was on my way and I heard Flacko had got killed
And that’s for real
Ask lil' Jackboy, he’d tell you he got killed
And baby, I’m a jack boy, but now I got a mil'
That lil' mama that raw, I might just pay her bills
Shoutout to the fat broads 'cause they need love still
This right here a fat check, dollar, dollar bill
Baby, I’m a fat X, Triple X for real
I been tryna whack them, but tonight, I’ma chill
Woke up this morning, I say, «Damn, I need to chill»
But all these soldiers on it, they gon' die like Navy SEALs
Tell me if you on it 'cause we on that shit for real
I’m in California tryna bring that Florida here
She like, «What up, lil' daddy?"every time I post a pic
Ain’t nothing lil' 'bout this daddy, you know everything be big
And, damn, that booty big
I’m the biggest 3, but all my figures passing six
This right here a legacy, they won’t even know that you exist
Billie Eilish messaged me, I’m turning Haitian in this bitch
'Cause I’m a Haitian boy imported straight from the bricks
You gon' need some oil, this ain’t waves, I got wicks
Tell me what you on, you can’t even pay the rent
I was on my own hoping God blessed this jit
Now I’m blessed, bitch
Come on, baby, show me something I can invest in
Give me something that I can shoot a nigga vest in
Don’t know no ABCs, but I’ll tell you what Triple X is
This that Triple X shit, come on
Woke up this morning, I had money on my mind (Okay)
And I’m kind of horny, I hope Jada 'bout to slide (Where you at, bae?)
That bank account enormous, but you can’t compare your size (Damn)
Baby, fuck my lawyer, fuck the judge, they all could die (Bye)
'Cause I ain’t doing time (Time)
It’s Cartier, got me on a different time (Time)
Girl, I’m out of state, why you keep blowing up my line?
(I'm gone)
I was getting paper, selling dimes, and building fire (What you on?)
He was just hating, tryna talk to all the dimes