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Strawberry Soda Lyrics - Artist : Justina Valentine
I told him come over, eat this pussy out for dinner
A hot girl summer make a cold bitch winter When he feelin' 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 packin' 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 actin' like a child Every damn car he steal smell like a Black |
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