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Larry June

Trappin' Orange Juice

 

Trappin' Orange Juice

(الألبوم: Early Bird - 2019)


Old weird ass niggas I can't fuck witchu niggas
This Glock-40 so hot, I can't even touch the trigger
I'm drinking purified water and my bitch getting thicker
When my iPhone ring bitch my check get bigger
I don't give a fuck bitch you can dip I ain't tripping
I'm a muthafuckin [?] I got multiple women
But I love you hoe, we can go to the moon
We can run up a check, have a Bentley by noon
Bitch you know I ain't playing, bitch you know I'm the man
Ice [?] on my hand
I ain't write this
I got white bitch, I got black bitch
Glock with stick, going crazy

You ain't really with it, your sideline pimping
Running up digits, I ain't playing with her
Gotta touch a million
Talking with a lisp, running up a ticket
Bitch tsk tsk, what the fuck is this
Should I keep going, neck on snowing
Hoe still hoeing, I been on Boeings
That's a jet, if you ain't' know it
Riding with it, that's a big thang
Do my damn thang, that's a nice chain

Like a door, bitch I got knocks
She a goer, money out the cot
She drive a Benz, sliding up the block
Her nails did, and bag cost a lot
I'm a healthy nigga, I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
These niggas sour, 'cause she chose
Don't check me, check the hoe

Choppa bussing, cop a dozen
Trapping, selling hella onions
Bitch I need a fifty all these hoes choosing all a sudden
Where was you last summer
New coupe and it's rented (woo, woo)
Did a hundred, stash spot in the under
Money like them white boys, bitch I got more than a hunnid
Bitch I got more than a 2, Rollie no diamonds or nothing
I'm overly beating they ass, always keep fifty on hand
My backpack cost 3 of them bands
My snapback all vintage and shit
I'm sliding, everything I do is organic
I'm drinking smoothies in morning, I fix the hoe like mechanic
Don't be playing with a P, you can meet me 'round 3
We can eat a taco, we can smoke on this tree

Like a door, bitch I got knocks
She a goer, money out the cot
She drive a Benz, sliding up the block
Her nails did, and bag cost a lot
I'm a healthy nigga, I got the knowledge
I got the game, I got the power
These niggas sour, 'cause she chose
Don't check me, check the hoe

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