SODA Lyrics

Aye sis it's time to talk to shit

Let's get it nigga let's go

I'm a fem fantasy

Slup me up like Fanta

Got his hand between my legs

He must want some panther

Had to tell the driver fuck the party hit the crib

Soaking up the seats

I call that nigga mr pibb

Vvs' bouncing while we fucking like a light beam

Now I'm light headed from the dick

That's a pipe dream

When he put his tongue on my pussy that excite me

He said it's addicting just like coke yeah he so thirsty

All that nigga wanted is some throat but thats a no no

Gotta get my nut first baby like a coco

When I grip it tight I got that nigga in a chokehold

I got every flavor baby just call me ms faygo

Put his ass on payroll

He do what I say so

Real niggas like boss bitches if I say so

If his pockets dry

I tell that nigga he ain't man enough

If his pockets dry

I let him know that this ain't Canada

Bitch I'm raising temperatures

I gotta check these bitches

Bitch I'm raising prices yeah I gotta tax these bitches

Bitch I'm checking I.D.'s yeah I gotta stop these bitches

If she wanna try me

Guaranteed I'll buy these bitches

Sunny badd the baddest bitch don't act like you don't know me

He the mvp if he bag me cuz I'm a trophy

I'm a walking birkin

Bums bitches can not tote me

I'm the fucking captain

You ain't qualified to coach me

Don't even approach me

Why yo diamonds ghostly

I don't have a beard but they calling me the goatee

Stepping on they necks nine one one somebody's choking

I want my respect to be frank bitch I'm not asking

I looked at Philippe

I think it's time to to get my lick back

Pull up in a brink bulletproof like where the cash at

Pull up with no ceiling now they asking where the roof at

Fuck me with yo t-shirt ain't got no time for chit chat

Step ya motherfucking cookies up my nigga

Sunny the baddest popstar icon shit ya digg

Bitch