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Juice WRLD & Marshmello - Soda Pop Lyrics

 

[Intro: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]

Damn

Alright (Nine, nine, nine)

Mello made it right

Oh-oh (Nine, nine, nine)

I’m these niggas parents (Oh, nine, nine, nine)

It’s apparent (Nine, nine, nine)

I’m these niggas parents (Oh-oh)

It’s apparent

The Gucci that I’m wearin’

In that McLaren

Got all the hoes staring and glaring (Oh-oh)

And glaring


[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I’m these niggas 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 staring, glaring, and watching (Yeah)

Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you’re not a cop (Yeah)

I told hеr double cup me, codeinе I can’t stop (Uh-uh)

Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah

I told her double cup me, codeine I can’t stop (Uh-uh)

Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Let’s go, let’s go)


[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

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)

To ahead, to ahead, no surpassing (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


[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I’m these niggas 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 staring, glaring, and watching (Yeah)

Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you’re not a cop (Yeah)

I told her double cup me, codeine I can’t stop (Uh-uh)

Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah

I told her double cup me, codeine I can’t stop (Uh-uh)

Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (Let’s go, let’s go)


[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

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 bitch do cocaine, it took her nose off

And my codeine talk to ya’, 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 fuck nigga whacked

I’m drinkin’ codeine, I done made it out the trap

Know a lotta niggas hated and that’s a fact

But I made it, I’m a big dog now


[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Roddy Ricch]

I’m these niggas parents (Yeah)

It’s apparent (Uh-uh)

The Gucci that I’m wearin’ (Yeah)

In that McLaren (Uh-uh)

Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (Uh-huh)

Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you’re not a cop (Yeah)

I told her double cup me, codeine I can’t stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Been pouring 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 pouring up a lot, uh, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (Uh-huh, uh-huh)



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