2AM in SoHo by ROSITACASHLINDA Lyrics
Yeah, Uh
It's Rosita bouncing on the beat
Your nigga want a piece of me
He cute so I can’t guarantee
That dick look like it’s meant for me
Yo
Pass me the motherfucking mic
Imma do that nigga dirt, like a motherfucking bike
Thinking she rosita friend, but I’m fucking up her psych
If she wanna step, I got that strap
Like a motherfucking dyke
Oh
Bitch I’m reporting live from soho
Said he not fan, but stream on the d low
Yes that’s bae, ‘cuz his d hang low
And imma give him what he asked for
Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble
I got him sweating, breathing in and out, no mullato
Thеy gon’ hate, they gon’ talk, yet whеn I check they still follow
Bitches can’t rap, I spit and I swallow, ugh-uh
I’m shaking shit up (shake shake shake)
Call me salt and pepper
He single? don’t want him
Cuz I’m a home wrecker
Cheap hoe wanted smoke
Rolled her up like a backwood
Wig in a rubberband, like im back where im from
Call me Rosa Parks cause I took your spot
Bitch you got up on that stage
And all I could do was yawn
So your nigga told me he was hungry now we both gone
Lingerie under my apron, Im cooking a Pussy Parmesan
You put your trust in a nigga stupid hoe, How you figure?
He gon fuck rosita cuz she thicker?
He lied to ya
Girl he fooled ya
He a dog, that’s what they all do love
I just got the best d ever, that deposit
Face top tier on a bitch, hyaluronic
You a charity handout case, non-profit
Moment of silence
‘Cuz I’m an icon bitch, all you do is smoke weed
Still not an icy girl? stand back 6 feet
He gave me all his cash, you keep doing it for free
Been a rich ass bitch that’s getting her degree
Its Rosita bouncing on the beat
Your nigga want a piece of me
He cute so I can’t guarantee
That dick look like it’s meant for me
Yuh
Rosita-Sita Cash-Cash Linda
It's Rosita bouncing on the beat
Your nigga want a piece of me
He cute so I can’t guarantee
That dick look like it’s meant for me
Yo
Pass me the motherfucking mic
Imma do that nigga dirt, like a motherfucking bike
Thinking she rosita friend, but I’m fucking up her psych
If she wanna step, I got that strap
Like a motherfucking dyke
Oh
Bitch I’m reporting live from soho
Said he not fan, but stream on the d low
Yes that’s bae, ‘cuz his d hang low
And imma give him what he asked for
Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble, Wobble
I got him sweating, breathing in and out, no mullato
Thеy gon’ hate, they gon’ talk, yet whеn I check they still follow
Bitches can’t rap, I spit and I swallow, ugh-uh
I’m shaking shit up (shake shake shake)
Call me salt and pepper
He single? don’t want him
Cuz I’m a home wrecker
Cheap hoe wanted smoke
Rolled her up like a backwood
Wig in a rubberband, like im back where im from
Call me Rosa Parks cause I took your spot
Bitch you got up on that stage
And all I could do was yawn
So your nigga told me he was hungry now we both gone
Lingerie under my apron, Im cooking a Pussy Parmesan
You put your trust in a nigga stupid hoe, How you figure?
He gon fuck rosita cuz she thicker?
He lied to ya
Girl he fooled ya
He a dog, that’s what they all do love
I just got the best d ever, that deposit
Face top tier on a bitch, hyaluronic
You a charity handout case, non-profit
Moment of silence
‘Cuz I’m an icon bitch, all you do is smoke weed
Still not an icy girl? stand back 6 feet
He gave me all his cash, you keep doing it for free
Been a rich ass bitch that’s getting her degree
Its Rosita bouncing on the beat
Your nigga want a piece of me
He cute so I can’t guarantee
That dick look like it’s meant for me
Yuh
Rosita-Sita Cash-Cash Linda