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Loe Shimmy - Dirty Soda Junkie Lyrics
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[ Featuring Veeze ]

(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(It's raw when you need cash only)
(F*ck got into you?)
(We done killed that boy beat, Vince, ain't gon' lie, it dead)

Uh, once I woke up, went straight to the trap, forgot to make my bed
I can hit the booth, go off the head, boy, I just need my meds
Lil' bitch took a look inside my cup, thought I was bangin' red
Only traffic if it's hundred-plus, just tryna duck the feds
Ho gon' hold the spot down when I'm gone, that throw right in the shed
Claimin' shit I zipped, don't give me cred, I'm the one that took his head
Want Givenchy boots, Celine instead because I love her head
Niggas think they bullets, all this lead, Drac' knock off his dreads
Percocets and drank, I don't need no honey, dirty soda junkie
Even though I sent lil' sis some money, still'll store a bunkie
How the f*ck Lil' Shimmy get all this money? Trap house jump like bunny
Yeah
Island whip imposter window tint, get splashed and switch the VIN
SI not my foreign, ten or better, got lows for the Benz
I put buttons on like any Gen, my switch just like a trend
After I f*ck, she might just tell her friend, this lil' bitch just a fan

I done smoked too much exotic strand, damn near out of breath
My double cup a heavy price tag, lil' bro, watch your step
Pour a six, take it to the gut like I work on abs
Hundred bands, boy, that ain't no money, don't even make me laugh
Rich just like a white man, used to be a clown in class
This lil' bitch a huge fan, but she don't want no autograph
Let's just mix the red with the Wock' just like science class
My bitch want Chanaynay bags, she think Gucci trailer trash
I only f*ck with money addicts, drank my only lazy habit
You a tacky dressin'-ass nigga, you need some fashion lessons
I'm an old trappin'-ass nigga, still vacuum seal it
Bro'nem still grave diggin', throw a Draco at you
Fanta on me dirty, lil' bastard need a laundromat
Catch me out leanin' out in public like I'm down a leg
Freaky ho, she wan' play schoolgirl, give me college head
Told you this the ten-or-more phone, boy, don't call me back
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(Damn, Tye, you made this bitch too?)
(It's raw when you need cash only)
(F*ck got into you?)
(We done killed that boy beat, Vince, ain't gon' lie, it dead)

Uh, once I woke up, went straight to the trap, forgot to make my bed
I can hit the booth, go off the head, boy, I just need my meds
Lil' bitch took a look inside my cup, thought I was bangin' red
Only traffic if it's hundred-plus, just tryna duck the feds
Ho gon' hold the spot down when I'm gone, that throw right in the shed
Claimin' shit I zipped, don't give me cred, I'm the one that took his head
Want Givenchy boots, Celine instead because I love her head
Niggas think they bullets, all this lead, Drac' knock off his dreads
Percocets and drank, I don't need no honey, dirty soda junkie
Even though I sent lil' sis some money, still'll store a bunkie
How the f*ck Lil' Shimmy get all this money? Trap house jump like bunny
Yeah
Island whip imposter window tint, get splashed and switch the VIN
SI not my foreign, ten or better, got lows for the Benz
I put buttons on like any Gen, my switch just like a trend
After I f*ck, she might just tell her friend, this lil' bitch just a fan

I done smoked too much exotic strand, damn near out of breath
My double cup a heavy price tag, lil' bro, watch your step
Pour a six, take it to the gut like I work on abs
Hundred bands, boy, that ain't no money, don't even make me laugh
Rich just like a white man, used to be a clown in class
This lil' bitch a huge fan, but she don't want no autograph
Let's just mix the red with the Wock' just like science class
My bitch want Chanaynay bags, she think Gucci trailer trash
I only f*ck with money addicts, drank my only lazy habit
You a tacky dressin'-ass nigga, you need some fashion lessons
I'm an old trappin'-ass nigga, still vacuum seal it
Bro'nem still grave diggin', throw a Draco at you
Fanta on me dirty, lil' bastard need a laundromat
Catch me out leanin' out in public like I'm down a leg
Freaky ho, she wan' play schoolgirl, give me college head
Told you this the ten-or-more phone, boy, don't call me back
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Writer: Andrew Rincon, Karon Vantrees, Raffi Sorfazian, Shamar Cox, Tye Gibson, Vincent Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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