Strawberry Soda

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 your money up Bubble up Go 'head and get your money up [Verse 1] 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 (Ow) 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 (Yeah) Got me all the new shit off the back of the truck (Uh) My new man sent a pic, yeah, that dick pretty Nobody be packin' like a thug from Brick City (Yer) 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 (Ooh) When he don't get his way, he be actin' like a child Every damn car he steal smell like a Black & Mild [Chorus] I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner (Right) A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter (Woo-ee) When he feelin' full and the dinner all over I told him wash it down with a strawberry soda (Damn right) Bubble up (Bubble, bubble) Go 'head and get your money up Bubble up (Bubble, bubble) Go 'head and get your money up [Verse 2] 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 peekhole 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 (Ayy) Sex so passionate, I make his blood boil I stay with him just for his tia's arroz con pollo Had a L.A. gangsta and he really had me trippin' (Yee) 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 slangin' 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' (Yee) 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 'bout to buy a Caddy (Right) I'm his lil' baby, so you know I call him daddy (Ooh) [Chorus] I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner (Yeah) A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter (Woo-ee) When he feelin' full and the dinner all over I told him wash it down with a strawberry soda (Damn right) Bubble up (Bubble, bubble) Go 'head and get your money up Bubble up (Bubble, bubble) Go 'head and get your money up [Outro] Get your money up, go and get your money up Get your money up, go, go get your money up Get your money up, go and get your money up (Woo-ee) Get your money up