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 ****

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 ****in' 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