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Soda Pop
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Roddy Ricch
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Damn (Nine, nine, nine) Alright, Mello made it right Oh-oh (Nine, nine, nine, na) I'm these n***as parents (Oh, nine, nine, nine) It's apparent (Nine, nine, nine) I'm these n***as parents (Oh-oh) It's apparent The Gucci that I'm wearin' In that McLaren Got all the hoes starin' and glarin' (Oh-oh) And glarin' I'm these n***as parents (Uh-uh) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes starin', glarin', and watchin' (Yeah) Now they wanna cuff me, b*t*h, you're not a cop (Yeah) I told hеr double cup me, codeinе, I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pourin' up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah I told her double cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pourin' up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Let's go, let's go) Red bottoms bleed, like a murder scene (Yeah) Like the movie, Scream (Let's go) Like the movie, Scream (Let's go) I'm a Perc' fiend (Oh, yeah) Give her Perc' D (Oh, yeah) She got wet dreams (Oh, yeah) She can't catch me (Oh, yeah) Like a track team (Oh, yeah) I'ma run to the bands like an athlete (Oh, oh, oh, yeah) Too ahead, too ahead, no surpa**in' (Oh, oh, oh, yeah) I'm in Cali', I don't smoke Marley And I don't sniff Sally But I like Perc's and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me Yo' lil' bird gave my phone a chirp, she gon' twerk for me Yeah, I like Perc's and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me I'ma let them do they worst I'm these n***as parents (Uh-uh) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Uh-uh) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes starin', glarin', and watchin' (Watch) Now they wanna cuff me, b*t*h, you're not a cop (You're not a cop) I told her double cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pourin' up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh) I told her double cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-uh) Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Uh-uh) Pour a bottle of codeine inside the soda pop And she got molly and codeine inside the soda pop We went to Miami just to take a load off Seen a white b*t*h do cocaine, it took her nose off And my codeine top tier, I don't even gotta pop a pill Got my dawgs with me, you know how that go Christian Dior from my head to my toes My first year rich, spent a hundred bands on my clothes And that's no cap, I got my Porsche in the back I get my dawg fifty bands, I get a f**k n***a whacked I'm drinkin' codeine, I done made it out the trap Know a lotta n***as hated and that's a fact But I made it, I'm a big dog now I'm these n***as parents (Yeah) It's apparent (Uh-uh) The Gucci that I'm wearin' (Yeah) In that McLaren (Uh-uh) Got all these hoes starin', glarin', and watchin' (Uh-huh) Now they wanna cuff me, b*t*h, you're not a cop (Yeah) I told her double cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Been pourin' up a lot, yeah, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh) I told her double cup me, codeine, I can't stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Been pourin' up a lot, uh, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
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