soda! - montana99 lyrics
[intro]
whoa, huh, whoa, huh, whoa (ytg)
yeah, huh, jay montana, man, huh
jay montana, huh, huh
yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[chorus]
pour me some wock’ in my soda, uh (soda)
trap phone is jumpin’, that sh*t motorola
these n*ggas annoyin’, these b*tches keep lyin’, i pop me a perky, i hate bein’ sober
my n*ggas spin in a rover, huh (rover)
demon, he lurkin’, he in a toyota
shooters, they catchin’ a body, ain’t leaving a witness, and no, i ain’t talkin’ jehovah
pour me some promethazine in the soda, mix all of that sh*t in a double cup
that shorty see me with gang, how we flex in the party, now she wanna f*ck with us
and your girl on my d*ck and she brought all her friends to the telly so they can just suck on us
and that boy was just talkin’ down all up on gang so i’m makin’ him bleed like a wocky slush
[verse 1]
whoa, uh, whoa, uh, i’ma be out in a second (out in a second)
that’s what i told your girlfriend when she told me that she wanna swallow my dressing (swallow my dressing)
and this sh*t ain’t a game, but i told him i’m beating his ass like this sh*t was in tekken (sh*t was in tekken)
and that shorty was dubbin’ me, she was a ten, now i’m lookin’ at her, she’s a seven, yeah, she’s a seven
i’m finna hop in a coupe, that b*tch got no windows, that sh*t is a drop top
that n*gga said he want smoke, but i’m with my n*ggas, make that sh*t a hot box
p*ssy boy talkin’ too much, but we know you a b*tch, you be wearin’ a crop top
my n*ggas we got the drop, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout jokes when we pull up and knock*knock
[verse 2]
d*mn, uh, shooters gon’ shoot if i say (if i say)
that n*gga be guffin’ and suckin’ just to get approval, my n*gga, you g*y (n*gga, you g*y)
and i just got a nina, it came with a stick, keep on talkin’, i’m gon’ let it spray (let it spray)
and he told me to pull up, i came with a glock, and i’m aimin’ that sh*t at his face, spray it like mace
pull off in a foreign, b*tch, i skrrt off in a maserati
my n*ggas pull up and get to flashin’ like it’s paparazzi
shooters, and they pull up, and they pop you like a f*ckin’ molly
b*tch, i feel like tecca, got your shorty off a f*ckin’ dolly
pull up, she wet, uh
don’t want the box, i want neck, uh
that shorty know i’m up next, uh
so she wanna give me the s*x
and i’ma keep winnin’, i’m talkin’, uh
got that b*tch in the telly, she toppin’ us
and they like all the drip, so they copy us
yeah, my n*ggas up next, so what’s stoppin’ us?
squeeze on her itty b*tt, that b*tch gon’ give me luck
[chorus]
pour me some wock’ in my soda, uh (soda)
trap phone is jumpin’, that sh*t motorola
these n*ggas annoyin’, these b*tches keep lyin’, i pop me a perky, i hate bein’ sober
my n*ggas spin in a rover, huh (rover)
demon, he lurkin’, he in a toyota
shooters, they catchin’ a body, ain’t leaving a witness, and no, i ain’t talkin’ jehovah
pour me some promethazine in the soda, mix all of that sh*t in a double cup
that shorty see me with gang, how we flex in the party, now she wanna f*ck with us
and your girl on my d*ck and she brought all her friends to the telly so they can just suck on us
and that boy was just talkin’ down all up on gang so i’m makin’ him bleed like a wocky slush
[outro]
hmm, hmm, yeah, uh
pour me some wock’ in my soda, mm
yeah, mm, yeah, mm, whoa, uh, jay montana, man, uh
pour me some wock’ in my soda, yeah, haha, whoa
jay montana, man
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