Big Bankroll, told that bitch to pour my soda
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
Bands up, got my bands up, she suck dick Now, yeah, she gonna' pull my pants up
And that bitch she a ho, she wanna suck my F*ckin' mans up
Choppa got one in the head, this bitch gon' give You a tantrum
Cheated on this bitch now, cause I can't yeah Huh
This bitch, she said I mumble rap, what she Say? yeah huh
Pour the soda, I ain't sippin' shit straight from The sink, yeah
I can't switch up on my gang, I been the same, Yeah
I been the same one
And if you trust me with that mission, I'ma get It done
Don't know why niggas keep on dissin', They
Get rolled like they is runtz
Like how you dissin' and you never touched a Gun
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I do this shit for fun
I hear the bread and I'm on it, that shit my Favroite alarm
I'm smokin' Hella Za, feel it in my lungs
Big Bankroll, told that bitch to pour my soda
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
shleepye - pourmysoda (feat. kiddanger) Lyrics
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Big Bankroll, told that bitch to pour my soda
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
Bands up, got my bands up, she suck dick Now, yeah, she gonna' pull my pants up
And that bitch she a ho, she wanna suck my F*ckin' mans up
Choppa got one in the head, this bitch gon' give You a tantrum
Cheated on this bitch now, cause I can't yeah Huh
This bitch, she said I mumble rap, what she Say? yeah huh
Pour the soda, I ain't sippin' shit straight from The sink, yeah
I can't switch up on my gang, I been the same, Yeah
I been the same one
And if you trust me with that mission, I'ma get It done
Don't know why niggas keep on dissin', They
Get rolled like they is runtz
Like how you dissin' and you never touched a Gun
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I do this shit for fun
I hear the bread and I'm on it, that shit my Favroite alarm
I'm smokin' Hella Za, feel it in my lungs
Big Bankroll, told that bitch to pour my soda
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
Bands up, got my bands up, she suck dick Now, yeah, she gonna' pull my pants up
And that bitch she a ho, she wanna suck my F*ckin' mans up
Choppa got one in the head, this bitch gon' give You a tantrum
Cheated on this bitch now, cause I can't yeah Huh
This bitch, she said I mumble rap, what she Say? yeah huh
Pour the soda, I ain't sippin' shit straight from The sink, yeah
I can't switch up on my gang, I been the same, Yeah
I been the same one
And if you trust me with that mission, I'ma get It done
Don't know why niggas keep on dissin', They
Get rolled like they is runtz
Like how you dissin' and you never touched a Gun
I'm not a rapper, bitch, I do this shit for fun
I hear the bread and I'm on it, that shit my Favroite alarm
I'm smokin' Hella Za, feel it in my lungs
Big Bankroll, told that bitch to pour my soda
Yeah I'm f*ckin' on this bitch,huh, foot all on Her shoulder
Run them bands up, run them bands up, bitch, I I run it
F*ckin' fans now, f*ckin' fans now, now bitch, Them bitches comin
Bitch, I ain't never really f*cked with you
Them bullets, they gon dump at you
I told that bitch to blowoff, and kick rocks she Know I'm done with that
The Baddest on my roster, you can't top her That's a simple fact
And niggas still not competition if I double-Back
Had his blood pumpin' in ICU, a heart attack
How you gon' tell me that you love me and Your heart is not attached?
Writer: shleepy E
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid