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on that bitch! - soldier vro$ lyrics

intro: dakotaz]
ayy
let me take a sip of this motherf-cking water
ooo
my throat hurt
adam on the track
gling, gling, gling, gling
huh
gling, gling, gling, gling
huh
ayy, huh, b-tch
oh, hey, yuh, craig, ayy
say w-ssup b-tch, oh oh like a b-tch
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[hook: kid trunks dakotaz soldier llama soldier vro$$]
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)

[verse 1: kid trunks soldier vro$$]
i rip d-ck, in that b-tch
.25 cal, in yo shit
why’s you runnin, you a b-tch
where you was at when your homies was hit
on that, b-tch
on that, b-tch
in her cl-t, with that stick
ayy

[verse 2: tiffany haddish soldier llama]
on that b-tch
pimpin on that vitch
tell that air-head flip it, hell yeah, get me rich
make that pussy pop, lil bop, poppa need the guap
remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a
oh, that’s your daughter? xen do not a
give f-cks about nothing but the dollars
ayy, w-ssup, pimping on them sluts
yellow boned b-tches working tricks to get my bucks up
ayy, can’t stop it, put it in my pocket
p-i-m-p-i-n-g your h-o-e for profit
ayy, can’t stop it, put it in my pocket
p-i-m-p-i-n-g your h-o-e for profit

[hook: kid trunks dakotaz soldier llama soldier vro$$ tiffinay haddish soldier truk$$ ksi]
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)
on that, b-tch (huh)

[verse 3: soldier truk$$]
pop a d-ck, in your b-tch
nigga, you a crime, i’m a motherf-cking [?]
i don’t want cat, she don’t want nip
i’mma put my hand all over, paw prints
two face, harvey, with no dent
i pull up in a rarri, shitting on a b-tch
niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps
i pay you in clout, he gon’ pay you in rent
i just pulled up in the double r
and you know a nigga double park that b-tch
phone like to talk to his reflection
like god d-mn, you a star, lil b-tch
yeah, i know i started with some ss
but i’m finna end it with an r, lil b-tch
take what you got, put the glock to your mom
that’s why the hood call me robb, lil b-tch
slap said, “don’t slap a nigga”
femto talk that talk
been on the pj for three days, on replay
f-ck nigga you don’t measure up
wet d-ck, blue c with a crip b-tch
new drip, y’all niggas can’t get a drop
got a mamacita, dyk-, man, on a perc
[?] keep playing, [?] i’mma pull my d-ck out

[verse 4: ksi]
i put my d-ck in that b-tch
pussy get wet, i might slip
might break my hip
niggas they talking that shit
don’t really care, ’cause, we getting rich
smoking that weed, thc mist, huh, disappear quick
talking that shit, you might have to get that motherf-cking fist
came with a drop, came with a drip
came with a b-tch, came with a bad one
i came with a fifth, so much smoke i came out the mist
f-cking your b-tch, and she came with her homie
came with that holy, she came with that moly
i came with that bread, i came with the cannoli
want my chips with the new guacamole

- soldier vro lyrics

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