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Rich The Kid – ORANGE SODA REMIX Lyrics

[Verse: 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
Thought she was a singer or an actress
Lil’ bitch shut the fuck up, I got hundreds by the bundle
Money tucked the fuck 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 bitch, 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]
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (Yeah)
Choose up, lil’ junt, I’m finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, I’m straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin’ cat piss
Lil’ bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy
Lil’ bitch, shut the fuck up
Tell your best friend, shut the fuck up, ayy (Ayy, pull up, ayy)

[Verse 1: 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 fuck you
You the type to kill 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 2: Baby Keem]
My lil’ baby low-key a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that’s a price tag
Lil’ best friend bitch tried to press me
I’m that underground nigga with the check, though
I hate a bitch that I can’t impress
When you come see the crib, you better die, ho
Young nigga 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

Baby Keem – Honest Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
Half past twelve I was all alone
I can’t be compromised
f**kin’ on my ex, we ain’t apologize
‘Cause I’m way too young and you always right
Threw it in my face, I’m on another flight
Girl at home, I ain’t been living right
The little arguments always start the fight
I had to get away so I’m with you tonight
Is there another guy?

[Chrous]
Be honest, honest, honest, are you honest?
‘Cause I’m honest, honest, honest, let’s be honest
‘Cause I’m honest, honest, honest, are you honest?
‘Cause I’m honest, honest, honest, lets be honest
‘Cause I’m honest

[Verse]
You’re not who I love (Huh)
I just need to pass the time (Huh)
Felt good, you felt that
Come and get a peace of mind (Huh)
Move on, bands on me
Stripes in my pocket and a check on me
Never needed shit so don’t you check on me
Home last night, the scent of sex on me
Baby Keem, shit, I’m chosen
I work that red Toyota like it’s stolen
I treat my lil’ orange soda like a hellcat
She put me out in the winter, feet frozen
She wanna f**k with me ’cause I’m famous
And that’s okay with me, ’cause you been my favorite
I let her do it, she do a lil’ bit
A lil’ air in her room, she do a lil’ bit

Baby Keem – Invented It Lyrics

[Chorus]
Big protein, I’m smokin’ lonely for the culture
No TED Talkin’, steppin’ on a little roach (Yeah)
What that mean? Baby Keem, I invented it
Ten toes down, painkillers ’til I’m feelin’ it
Big protein, I’m smokin’ lonely for the culture
No TED Talkin’, steppin’ on a little roach
What that mean? Baby Keem, I invented it
Ten toes down, painkillers ’til I’m feelin’ it

[Verse]
Before I leave the house, I tell my bitch that I love her
But that’s not ’til I pop a pill, now it’s f**k her
That’s some shit I can’t risk, she’s an actress
She just wanna love me, I swear it’s a habit
Flip a couple million
Have a couple children then give them my millions, I know
Hang with the demons, they dancin’
Don’t dyke with my Dyson, don’t cap on the fashion, I know
My bitch with the extras
Two ho down, now I’m f**kin’ on her best friends
Yes, I made a sex tape, but that ain’t no secret (Yeah, yeah)
If I tap then I wanna put it on the deep end (Yeah, yeah)
I put the pussy on ice
Can you be my co-sign? She don’t think I’m nice
You don’t need a thirst trap to show me that I’m right
I might hit the pussy all night, go flight, ayy, pay, ayy, bullshit

Baby Keem – Moshpit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Verse 1]
Ay, goin’ soul searchin’ with the demons
Murder in July, my mama made me mind my business
I don’t follow my ex on Instagram
Cancelled out my life if you fishin’ for attention
Bitch, my grandma love me, so a nigga straight
I don’t need a lil bae, Baby Keem stay patient, uh
Always looking out for the fake
Add a stranger to my list, unfamiliar faces
Gang, gang, gang, I live a lifestyle
Your bitch wanna f**k me, want the dick cause I’m famous (Yeah, uh)
Baby Keem got you niggas shook
Ten trap phones ’cause the feds takin’ notice
Bitch, I had a long night, where you at, ho?
Lettin’ her in my life and she got me losin’ focus

[Chorus]
Yeah, think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Interlude]
Hello?
Bro

[Refrain]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
Stupid bitch

[Verse 2]
Stupid bitch, (Top) when I’m hot it’s a tandem
Fake niggas drop, let they hoes call me handsome
And I don’t f**k with a snake, he’s an actor
Started getting paid, now my jersey’s in the rafters
Take cover when I take off on you
Pimp shit, ain’t losin’, they get my payoff on you
That’s how I floss, three nigga round me when I shop
Pull up, I got one night off
I’ma hit it then your blocked

[Outro]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro

[Interlude]
Look, I know I’m wrong
We’re both wrong
Just call me back, Keem

Baby Keem – Rockstar P Lyrics

[Chorus]
Talkin’ to a model, can you get one? Don’t ask that
f**kin’ on a bitch with a six pack
No cap, bro, be regular, don’t act ho
I got my mans on the side though
I’ma get the pussy, put it in, I’ma slide through
Then I’ma hide you ’cause I really like you
If my homies see, they gon’ wanna go inside you

[Verse 1]
I don’t give advice
I just tell her when to come through and stay the night (Okay)
I’m never fearful
I’m Baby Keem, what the f**k I’ma fear, ho?
Put the plan in motion, switchin’ gears
I got another bitch on park, have a good year
I just bought her some gas, she think Santa here
Little nigga, talk nice to me, you in a Cavalier (Uh)

[Verse 2]
I need some Jimmys
Swerve, goin’ left on a ten speed
Why you always actin’ flimsy?
My old hoes don’t feed me (No)
Spendin’ all that time on the phone
Goin’ back and forth with you, bitch, that ain’t goals
X-Men and opp, he a big nerd
Tax him extra if he come to my show (Let’s go)
She got rock star pussy, she don’t get cold
She got rock star pussy, she don’t get old
Bitch tall, put tissues in my insoles
Got a big rock band, that’s official
I’m on a hill, ain’t no comin’ residential
I double back every time I’m sentimental
I’m top five in your phone when I miss you
I’m not a hater, I got too many
I ain’t a type that other niggas envy
If your bitch friend zone me, I get friendly
Supposed to be a one night stand, I’m f**kin’ on her plenty

Baby Keem – Apologize Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh

[Pre-Chorus]
I said, “Baby, don’t worry, I’m way too numb to apologize”
And we both feel sorry sometimes, it’s okay to feel sorry sometimes
And my momma told me keep distance ’cause all you do is wreck my mind
And we both feel sorry sometimes, it’s okay to feel sorry sometimes

[Chorus]
We all feel sorry sometimes, we shouldn’t feel sorry sometimes
We all feel sorry sometimes, we shouldn’t feel sorry sometimes
We all feel sorry sometimes, we shouldn’t feel sorry sometimes
We all feel sorry sometimes, we shouldn’t feel sorry sometimes

[Verse 1]
You been canceled, come see the exit
Save face for the broken
Had you last, threw you back, took your heart and wrecked it
All pain, no emotion
Grab ’em back the neck, don’t let go
Baby Keem been top five, what you smokin’?
I could put a wish on her tippy toes
No more opinions, I’m done bein’ open
I need one, hand in the air for the switch, you don’t
Two, hand in the air for a nigga, you don’t
Three, hand in the air
Four, for the man in the mirror
And I won’t make it official
I just hope we confidential
Back and forth in a rental
I pray to God that he sent you

[Verse 2]
I want you to pray for me (Pray)
Go out of your way for me (Way)
Are you ever goin’ to pray for me? (Pray)
That ain’t nothin’ to play with
Love train falls down
It don’t come back around
I can’t stop now
I can’t stop now

Baby Keem – Wolves Lyrics

[Intro: Cardo & Baby Keem]
Ayy, Baby Keem, this Cardo, nigga
You gotta be the youngest nigga doin’ it, my nigga
The Sound of Bad Habit
Yeah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Dare I say it, 50 on my wrist, I might flip that, I might
Dare I say it, part Russian on my clip, I put VVs on my
Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo
Dare I say it, bitch, I’m Baby Keem, I don’t have time for trends
Dare I say it (Yeah), how you love me, ho? You kissin’ on my friends

[Verse: Baby Keem]
Dare I say it, bullets in this bitch, we go up like Baghdad (Like what?)
Wow, you got my ex, I’m past that, so have that (Yeah, yeah)
Your bitch bald head, YOB, I’m bald head (Yeah, yeah)
Dick game boom, where the boss at? My bitch know where the boss at (Yeah)
Please don’t be an asshole, you just let me f**k
You got no class, ho (Yeah, yeah), someone tell this bitch
We ain’t friends (Yeah, yeah), somebody tell this bitch
We ain’t friends, ho (Ho), yeah, woah
Who that young nigga f**kin’ up a bag? Oh, that’s me (Yeah, yeah)
Pop shit, why you window shoppin’ tags, keep it sweet (Yeah, yeah)
I make M and I share it with my grams, that’s just me (Yeah, yeah)
Full clip, hundred bricks, I move sand (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Dare I say it, 50 on my wrist, I might flip that, I might
Dare I say it, part Russian on my clip, I put VVs on my
Dare I say it, bitch, I’m Baby Keem, I don’t have time for trends
Dare I say it (Yeah), how you love me, ho? You kissin’ on my friends
Dare I say it

Baby Keem – Gang Activities Lyrics

[Intro: Cardo]
Ayy, tap in, lil’ nigga
We ’bout to kill all these niggas, bruh
Have these niggas shook
They gon’ be shakin’ like strippers, nigga
Shot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m sorry, we strictly gang shit (Yeah)
You ain’t gang-gang, look at who you came with (Yeah)
You can’t gangbang, you be on that lame shit
I like havin’ fun, I can’t f**k the same chick (Yeah)

[Verse: Baby Keem]
She gon’ suck me like a slug, but chew me up like Scooby Snacks
She think she too cool for drama when I f**k, I do my dance
Hold up, hold up, hold up, you can’t tell me that I don’t do the rap
You don’t think I lie to you, but I do everyday (Yeah)
Do a nigga bad once I find out where he stay (Yeah)
That’s a hit and run, and that’s on my uncle grave
I’ma f**k your sister and she want me ’cause I’m violent
Had her in the room and she wasn’t bein’ silent
‘Cause this is Baby Keem, give no sympathy for these hoes
Give her to the crib, I’ma knock her down like free throws
This shit got me hot, she a monster and I know that
She just wanna f**k, but I might just let her blow that (Yeah)
I make blood mad, I’ma take his woe out shoppin’ (Yeah, yeah)
What you want, baby? You can get it ’cause you poppin’ (Yeah)
I might text my ex, I’m all out of options (Yeah, yeah)
Got a list of hoes that I don’t trust, you on my top ten (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
I’m sorry, we strictly gang shit
You ain’t gang-gang, look at who you came with (Yeah)
You can’t gangbang, you be on that lame shit (Yeah)
I like havin’ fun, I can’t f**k the same chick

Baby Keem – Stats Lyrics

[Intro]
f**k you, nigga, if you don’t call me back, lose my f**kin’ number
Hol’ up, ayy

[Verse 1]
Smile, ho, take a picture with me
I drive solo and my gas is on E
‘Cause if I get pulled over, then there’s a problem
Baby Keem got issues and money can’t solve them (Ayy)
I got a bitch that love to do the extras
I pull a bad bitch whenever I want (Ayy)
I keep kickstand rock band in my trunk (Ayy)
Baby Keem just humbled a model
Not a fake one, a real one, don’t stunt (Hol’ up)
Instagram pics, that’s just a front (Hol’ up)
Lil’ bitch, you ain’t gettin’ no gun (Tick tick)
Flex up, why my check bought a necklace? I wrecked it
Hoes in my backseat, f**k, I guessed it (Ayy)
Ballsy target practice, bullseye
Nigga, it’s just for you and I (Ayy)

[Interlude]
(Die for my bitch, die, die, die, die, die)
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, hol’ up

[Verse 2]
Ayy, first thing’s first when I pop, I’ma get your ho thirsty
I sign my paycheck in cursive, I’m worthy (Yeah)
Hoes in the fifth always talkin’ ’bout my fashion
I tell her watch her tone, Baby Keem ain’t no virgin (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I don’t have insurance to the wheels because I skrrt it (Yeah, yeah)
I just lied to your bitch, she want me to insert it (Ayy, yeah)
My Rollie, ayy, you ain’t seen light, I stole it, ayy
Ten toes on the deck, I’m floated, ayy (Yeah)
Scary with the clip unloaded, ayy (Yeah)
Yeah, parked on the deck, finna scoop up, lil’ stupid (Whoa)
If you ain’t take the L, you’s a liar, stupid (Whoa)
I still got a bitch on the side, lil’ stupid
Just talked to my lil’ Rocky yesterday, undisputed
Oh, you got my bitch? I dip it in again, I did, I did
She gon’ say my name if you hit again, I did, I did
She can never find a new me, ain’t no one equivalent (Yeah, yeah)
And I make her want to leave him but I’m only visitin’ (Ayy, yeah)
Walk up in this bitch, I’m feelin’ like the black Brad Paisley (Whoa)
Stay ten toes ’cause the opps don’t faze me (Whoa)
2019 and I’m back on your playlist (Oh my God)
I was born to get a bag, you niggas complacent (Oh my God)
Out with the old, I said in with the new (Ayy)
Let me old hoes view my snaps ’cause I’m cool, ayy
My mama did it, ayy, ’cause her son chose up, ayy (Yeah, yeah)
Now I’m spendin’ racks on a four by four truck (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t hang with emotionals
Big rock band, walk around for promotional
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin’ to me, ayy
Stats on me, bitch, stop talkin’ to me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Baby Keem – Orange Soda Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that
Choose up, lil’ junt, I’m finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, I’m straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin’ cat piss
Lil’ bitch, shut the f**k up
Tell your best friend, shut the f**k up, ayy
Lil’ bitch, shut the f**k up
Tell your best friend, shut the f**k up, ayy

[Verse 1]
You know I love it when you talk dirty
Messy, you my orange soda shorty
You act like a lil’ me, I wanna f**k you
You the type to kill 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

[Chorus]
Bitch sit on my face, I attack that (Yeah)
Choose up, lil’ junt, I’m finna pack him
When it comes to my bitch, I’m straight active
Dirtball in the coupe smokin’ cat piss
Lil’ bitch, shut the f**k up
Tell your best friend, shut the f**k up, ayy
Lil’ bitch, shut the f**k up
Tell your best friend, shut the f**k up, ayy (Ayy, pull up, ayy)

[Verse 2]
My lil’ baby low-key a flexer
Six figs on the whip, that’s a price tag
Lil’ best friend bitch tried to press me
I’m that underground nigga with the check, though
I hate a bitch that I can’t impress
When you come see the crib, you better die, ho
Young nigga 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