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Bravo The Bagchaser

Can't Kiss My Soda

 

Can't Kiss My Soda

(albüm: Racin' 2 Da Checc, Vol. 1 - 2018)


[Bravo Tha Locc:]
Ay, ay
Ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay
Ay

Your bitch give me face
Ferragamo on my waist
I do not control her
She can't kiss my soda
I do not control her
She can't kiss my soda
I been hella geeked
I been jugging all week
I'm in too deep
My big bro in too deep
I cannot relate
To this shit that you say
Look at my plate
That's a lot on my plate
I don't trip on these snakes
I'm smoking this dope
I'm counting this dough
Bitch, it's Bravo Tha Locc
And I'll still kick a door
And then steal from my bro
I can't fuck with a bitch
If she cannot cope
With Bravo Tha Locc

I'm tryna shine
Got them racks on my mind
My big bro doing time
That's really my slime
On the gang, that's my slime
Money stay on my mind
Why all these bitches be lyin'?
Why all these bitches be playin'?
Bitch, look at how far we came
I was locked up in that cage
I ain't got out of that cage
I swear that my life been so maney
I swear that this shit been so maney
I swear that my life been so maney
I swear that shit been so maney

[Bankroll Baby:]
I'm living straight
Got designer on my waist
You can tell by my face
That I ain't gon' play
I gon' do what it takes
Put that food on my plate
And there's room at my table
There's enough for my label
Enough for my team
What the fuck do you mean?
Bitch, you can't see my lean
Can't see my lean

You can't kiss my soda
No, you can't kiss my soda
You know that's the quota
You can't kiss my soda
No, you can't kiss my soda
You know that's the quota

I'm a bankroll baby
Swear my life is so crazy
The streets, yeah they raised me
Decisions they made me
You niggas can't faze me
You bitches can't faze me
I do this shit daily
And I ain't gon' stop
'Til I hit the top
'Til I get the keys for that cell on that block
For my nigga who locked
You're caught in a jam
Running up bands
Where's all of his friends?
You niggas jokes
When he needed you most
And you niggas went ghost
I can't fuck with you niggas
I wish love for you niggas
Pull up to you niggas
Let it dump on you niggas
Got no love for you niggas
(Got no love for you niggas)

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