Strawberry Soda

(album: Fuhgeddabout Christmas - 2022)

I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner
A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter
When he feeling full and the dinner all over
I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda
(Damn right)

Bubble up
Go head and get ya money up
Bubble up
Go head and get ya money up

He said I ride nice D, he told me to come over
He rep the Midwest, he was born in Minnesota
From the school of hard knocks, push the rock like he Hova
He love me 'cause I'm bubbly, call me Strawberry Soda
I drove to Staten Island for my piece that's from Sicily
Said we meant to be 'cause we both was from Italy
For a white boy he really knew how to fuck
Got me all the new shit off the back of the truck

My new man sent a pic, yeah that dick pretty
Nobody be packing like a thug from Brick City
He just did a bid, ain't no pork on his fork
I jump on 21 to go kick it out in Newark
Hood dude, rude boy, with a dome full of dreads
He love me for my brains, so he always wants head
When he don't get his way he be acting like a child
Every damn car he steal smell like a Black & Mild

I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner
A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter
When he feeling full and the dinner all over
I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda
(Damn right)

Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up)
Go head and get ya money up
Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up)
Go head and get ya money up

Cuban papi from Miami always wanna hit the club
He be getting mad hype when the people show me love
I knew his ass was freaky, he was peeking through the peephole
Hate when he get crazy when he fucking with pedico
I roll up the spliff, dile toma me toca
Me amo cuando dice eres mi gringa loca
Sex so passionate, I make his blood boil
I stay with him just for his Tia's arroz con pollo

Had a LA gangsta and he really had me tripping
Couldn't bring me to his block 'cause he told me he was cripping
He call me little red when I'm riding through his hood
All we ever listened to was Nipsey Hussle and Snoop
That West Coast flavor, yeah, I love his slang and
When I'm around the set ain't the only thing he be banging
Sell salt to a slug, whatever he push, they buying
He said he'd leave the streets alone, I knew he was lying

Then I met a real man and his vibes was necessary
He act like Bobby Brown 'cause he from Roxbury
Hit my DM, said he had to get me
Had me hitting all them high notes like I was Whitney
He was selfish with the Celtics and you know that I was hating it
We always got to fighting when the Giants played the Patriots
We was broke together, now we about to buy a caddy
I'm his little baby so ya know I call him daddy

I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner
A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter
When he feeling full and the dinner all over
I told him wash it down with a Strawberry Soda
(Damn right)

Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up)
Go head and get ya money up
Bubble up (bubble up, bubble up)
Go head and get ya money up