Corrección Letra Soda Pop par Roddy Ricch

Featuring(s) : Roddy Ricch

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Letra

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 her double cup me, codeine, 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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