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orange soda remix - rich the kid lyrics

[verse 1: rich the kid]
orange soda, bentley got the money odor
i might stroke her she want henny mixed with coca*cola
on the couch, i can’t hit it on my mattress
though she was a singer or an actress
lil’ b*tch shut the f*ck up, i got hundreds by the bundle
money tucked the f*ck up, and i said i’m rich forever
like i bought a brinks truck
face down ass up imma throw that cash up
i might die for my b*tch, and we ain’t broke
i got baguettes on my wrist
she wanna bag every time she throw a fit
she know i will but she ain’t jada pinkett smith

[chorus: baby keem]
b*tch sit on my face, i attack that (yeah)
choose up, lil’ junt, i’m finna pack him
when it comes to my b*tch, i’m straight active
dirtball in the coupe smokin’ cat p*ss
lil’ b*tch, shut the f*ck up
tell your best friend, shut the f*ck up, ayy
lil’ b*tch, shut the f*ck up
tell your best friend, shut the f*ck up, ayy (ayy, pull up, ayy)

[verse 2: baby keem]
you know i love it when you talk dirty
messy, you my orange soda shorty
you act like a lil’ me, i wanna f*ck you
you the type to k!ll me, i won’t touch you
you want me drop a band on some cute shoes?
you want me be the man you can vent to?
you let me beat it up, you let me practice
now i’m finna lay you on the mattress

[verse 3: baby keem]
my lil’ baby low*key a flexer
six figs on the whip, that’s a price tag
lil’ best friend b*tch tried to press me
i’m that underground n*gga with the check, though
i hate a b*tch that i can’t impress
when you come see the crib, you better die, ho
young n*gga sneakin’ in through your side door
baby keem, not a wave, i’m a vibe, ho
seven fig nig with the big drip on me (yeah)
post on your block with your wish list on me

- rich the kid lyrics

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