Dirty Soda

Ayy, big glock, heavy, got me walkin' with a limp You can see it how I'm comin',
Got this shit up in my pants I sell a Charlotte, got a fat ass baby,
You could do the dance She ain't used to luxury, she wanna fuck me in the Benz No,
I'm not the friendly type, nigga, I ain't

Shakin' hands I be tired of the capin', I'ma try and get
a
I'm a Young nigga with a old soul thuggin' in my
town She ain't got to know my name, but ask a
lil' bitch, she knows I'm hell And not a soccer player, but she be playin

With my balls Two-take bitches on the ground, my fuckin
Ma Yes, she got a man, but she be freaky on the
car Her white body shot again, back shots in the
car Why you actin' like you with a pussy, nigga

You is soft You can smell it while I'm smokin', I be smokin
Marriott Giant Why you actin' like you gangsta, pussy boy
I got that thang Got a new inning, bitch, we got it clappin
Like a, uh I be sippin' dirty, I be smokin' dirt

I be sippin' dirty, I be smokin' dirt I be sippin', heh, I be sippin' dirty soda
I be smokin' Marriott Giant Big Glock, heavy, got me walkin' with a limp
You can see it how I'm comin', got that shit up in my pants
I sell a Charlotte, got a fat-ass baby, you could do the dance

She ain't used to luxury, she wanna fuck me in the Benz
No, I'm not the friendly type, nigga, I ain't shakin' hands
I be tired of the capin', I'ma try and get a M
Young nigga with a old soul thuggin' in my town

She ain't got to know my name, but ask a lil' bitch, she knows I'm hell



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Writer(s): Wentz Celan
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