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rotorial – dirty soda كلمات اغاني

dirty soda lyrics
[intro: juice wrld]
thirty m’s, thirty m’s, thirty
dirty soda, brand new coat
brand new coat, brand new
yeah, i like that sh_t
uh, dirty soda, in the coat
brand new soda
uh, dirty soda, need a coaster
she do coke, no coca_cola
dirty soda in a coaster
she do coke, no coca_cola
you know her?

[chorus: juice wrld]
i got dirty soda with no coaster
she do coke, no coca_cola
where she from? she say, “the coast”
she get wetter than a boat
that lil’ ho gon’ do the most
in that p_ssy, i’ma float
i’m gon’ brag, i’m gon’ boast
keep the tags on my clothes

[post_chorus: juice wrld]
in the kitchen cooking brack in the ho
i grip the k, get it brackin’ ‘lil ho
you gon’ need more than a napkin, ho
i’ma pull up, leave the casket closed
actin’ ratchet with a ratchet ho
i need some brain from a ratchet ho
slurp on my d_ck, b_tch, danimals
show me that you a animal
[verse 1: roddy ricch, juice wrld]
i remember days, weren’t no misses
hoppin’ them fences, runnin’ from jakes
i got bulletproofs on all the cadillacs
a n_gga slide through like i’m obama
might go in the saint laurent store, louis vuitton don
i’ma f_ck up some commas
i was in the back, eating jambalya
hop out the pj straight in my pajamas
gotta get a haircut for the pj
i could show you how the f_ck we do this sh_t
you know it’s all in the game like it’s ea
have her gobbling d_ck before the plane land
put her mouth on mile high mode
couldn’t let the flight attendants through the doors
had to get a towel out the bathroom ’cause i seen the snot coming out her nose, yeah, yeah
got some little homies, got some prodigies
and i spent five hundred on prada tees
made it out the projects, poppin’ overseas
shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat
i make some calls, you can’t cop the fleet
gotta be an antisocial gangster ’cause the feds watchin’ my tweets_ motherf_cking cello, yeah

[chorus: juice wrld, polo g]
i got dirty soda with no coaster
she do coke, no coca_cola
where she from? she say, “the coast”
she get wetter than a boat
that lil’ ho gon’ do the most
in that p_ssy, i’ma float (uh)
i’m gon’ brag, i’m gon’ boast (uh, uh)
keep the tags on my clothes
[verse 2: polo g]
pull up, new coupe
right in your hood, i cruise through
might hit they block with a few troops
b_tch, this is a glock not a deuce deuce
get off his body, we nailed him
i heard that boy was a loose screw
so hot, ain’t sh_t you could tell him
number one trending on youtube (uh)
my money longer like uzi
treat her like a groupie, i do what i want
i guarantee she wanna do me and that’s ’cause i’m drippin’ in new saint_laurent
them snakes like to lurk in the grass so you better be careful when mowing your lawn
my homie died, i’m disrespectful might dig up they mans just to roll up this blunt
i look at the opps like a comedy
we just say less, let the choppers speak
i come from one of the hottest streets
’cause we’on abide by the policy
a b_tch n_gga play, he get rocked to sleep
now i got blood on my prada sneaks
takedown gang and this glock was free
reach for the chain and it’s r.i.p, oh, oh
money to make ‘lotta thots with me, i told my bae it’s hard not to cheat
feel like real love an anomaly ’cause i’m used to lovin’ so toxically
it’s either that or i’m selfish but i only want your heart, no one elses
knew you was gon’ switch up, i felt it now i’m addicted to drugs, can’t help it
[chorus: juice wrld]
i got dirty soda with no coaster
she do coke, no coca_cola
where she from? she say, “the coast”
she get wetter than a boat
that lil’ ho gon’ do the most
in that p_ssy, i’ma float
i’m gon’ brag, i’m gon’ boast
keep the tags on my clothes

[verse 3: juice wrld]
yeah, ball like 2k, shorty
this coat, it cost two_k, shorty
kick, push, cracked like lupe, shorty
spanish girl like guadalupe, shorty
my gun bis_xual, i shoot ya shorty
i’m on a pedestal, i got authority
these n_gga my sons, i need maury
playin’ with my guns, these ain’t toys
all them day one homies who claim is day one, them is not your boys
i heard what they was sayin’ when you wasn’t in the room, they tryna plot and destroy
i go to war with the opps, i pull up on his block, and they watchin’ my missiles deploy
sippin’ the syrup while i load up the gun, go berserk, make him jerk like a reject, boy
gucci all over my v_neck, boy
my gun a thot, it’ll neck that boy
f.n’ll disrespect that boy
yo, lil’ b_tch, erect my boys
f_ck her from the back, she makin’ noise
d_ck in her mouth, can’t hear her voice
i got the sauce like a packet of soy
pockets be lookin’ just like a morgue
bet you never seen me drip this f_ckin’ hard before
bet you never seen me f_ck twenty_three broads before
in one night
anything is possible, off of the molly, i put that on my life
uh, f_ck ’em, then shoot up a party

- rotorial

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