ORANGE SODA ft. roseboy Lyrics

I miss California

Sippin' orange soda

Hittin' marijuana

I miss California

Sightsee light breeze chilly got a hoodie on

Dime-piece s'time we go n take dat hoodie off

Lookin' back I swear I do shit cuz I knew it wrong

Skr-skr sunset views from da boulevard

High school lunch money how I bully songs

Rookie of da year cuz it be clear I ain't a rookie dawg

Wake up in da mornin left her door wit all da JWLRY on

Yuh I luh dem cookies Papi's hand is in da cookie jar

Step in da buildin' n dey wavin' me down

Look glass ceilin' go lay on da couch

Phone keep ringin' cuz I stay in her mouf

Bih play yo wit titties when I'm weighin' da pound

Hustle da business I'm makin' my rounds

No mo doin' dishes we gon' stay eatin' out

Only got a kitchen cuz it came wit da house

I miss California

Sippin' orange soda

Hittin' marijuana

I miss California

She a LA vibe she a goldmine

V12 her ride German design

Hatchback her bitches fuck a double line

Hit her whole crew on the side and she don't mind

I be packing in the digits I'm a dope mine

Can't help but beat up my phone if it's a decline

She ain't allowed in the crib til she get the lease sign

I hit the loud in the crib she hit the police line

I miss her like I miss Venice Beach, and she miss my bedsheets

She trip like long vacation to Greece, she throw that shit overseas

I kiss her give what she meant to me, guess it wasn't meant to be

I miss her only in memory, just like

I miss California

Sippin' orange soda

Hittin' marijuana

I miss California