Mo Vert - dirty soda

I been sipping dirty pour my lean In my sprite
Codeine in my system I been Freezing at nights
Diamonds on my body put the Cuban in lights
Boarding on a private I got weed On the flight
Shawty calling she just wanna see What it's like
Shawty balling and I got her Dripped out in ice
Goya collared jacket it ain't Cheap paid the price
Sipping Carty she know Ima be Feelin right
Leeman in Atlanta
Mikey in Louisiana
I'm still in my city
I'm still sipping on the Fanta
All these broke ass bitches tryna Get in my pajamas
Fucked a lot of baddies but I Couldn't fuck Makenna
Or she got me working pop her Pussy off a perky
Wake up in the morning Ima Fuck her in a burking
Smoking on the OG got the views Out to the ocean
Caviar wit biscuits got me full Just like I'm loaded
Bitch I'm loaded I don't have to Re sugar coat it
Fuck wit shawty I just have to See what's the motive
wish you would I keep it right Wit me you should know dat
Whipping soda bopping to the beat like I'm kodak
Get promoted every time she Suck out my soul
No emotions I just wanna turn Up some more
Dirty soda forget everything that I know
Life in motion I got everything That I want
Bitch I'm loaded
You won't ever hear from me Twice
Bitch I'm loaded
I spent my whole check on the Ice
Bitch I'm loaded
Forty in my hand like a mic
Bitch I'm loaded
I can't tell my wrong from my Rights
In a foreign whipping down the Freeway like its d day
Gucci on my lens so ain't no Feelings I can't see shit
Abu Dhabi bitches in my DMs I Ain't peep it
Wifey overseas I give her hundred Thousand prepaid
I been sipping dirty pour my lean In my sprite
Codeine in my system I been Freezing at nights
Diamonds on my body put the Cuban in lights
Boarding on a private I got weed On the flight
Shawty calling she just wanna see What it's like
Shawty balling and I got her Dripped out in ice
Godard collared jacket it ain't Cheap paid the price
Sipping carta she know I'm a be Feelin right
Christian Louboutin
Loui z on my feet
Extended in the trunk
We got war in the streets
Came up from the slums
I was dreaming like meek
Ride wit me or not
Ima stay wit the heat
I'm after his head like some lice
Hit him when it's green I ain't Nice
I want all the smoke hit him Twice
Talkin to the feds pay the price

Written by:
mohammed tuhin

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