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Oranges on a Jet (feat. Curren$y) letra


Know what I'm sayin', my candles cost eighty dollars and shit
Know what I'm sayin'?
Shout out to Cardo
I don't hear none of the bullshit, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm gettin' to this baggage claim, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, Cardo, lemme talk to these niggas real quick

Ay, what it do, what's your name? (What's your name, huh?)
Beat nuts, whip wet like rain (like rain)
Bitch, I'm gettin' too much money, quit the hate (off top)
All that talkin', you be jawsin', you fake (keep goin')
And my nigga with me and it's not a human (not a human)
Big four-five, watch it go stupid (got that)
Ran outta gas, hit the 76 (76)
It's for surely ninety-one when I fuel pick (foreign)
It's a foreign (good job), but I be cattin' in it (skrrt)
A hundred miles per hour with a Spanish bitch (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Clip so long I can't balance it (balance it)
A mini XD in the cabinet (in the cabinet)
Did it for the city like Kaepernick (kaepernick)
I fucked her so good she tried to marry me (marry me)
I told baby girl: You kinda scarin' me (you kinda scarin' me)
The game ain't the same, so I had to leave (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Grippin' on the weave while she on her knees
Guap on me, extra cheese with a little bean
Really from the streets, it get ugly try to fuck with me
Rappin' offbeat, still gas a nigga on me (keep goin', Larry, numbers)
Cardo on the beat, so I had to gas (so I had to gas)
Hit the bitch twice 'cause she had the ass ('cause she had the ass)
I'm grippin' on her waist while I hit it fast
A hundred in the safe, 'just in case' cash (numbers)
Bitch, I don't do the girlfriends (I don't do it, I don't do it)
Hit the blunt twice, then I thizzle dance (thizz)
Cologne three hundred for the little one (for the little one)
I'm slidin', mob be killin' 'em (good job)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Always happy to receive the invitation
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
East side all mine, just like every time

Bitch, I paid thirty dollars for a box of cereal
Cookie cream Rice Krispies with some cold kills
See, I G out there with 'em, they stay absent, still I'm
Whole town I'm chillin', corner store boneless chicken
See, I am not a witness, and I don't judge my niggas
But if I hear they violate, they'll feel the consequences
Twelve years old, niggas out hoppin' fences
Doin' dirt, thank God I ain't arrested, nigga
What's it worth? This one about a half a million
I bought the bitch for four and dropped another hundred in it
By the time you rim it up, custom interior
Paint it up crazy clear, shine like a mirror
This right here everybody can't steer
Let me drive the boat, or let's buy the boat
I slang rhymes like coke, I get 'round yo' ho
She got no self-control, lookin' at my gold
Now she settin' goals, hahahaha, ayy, ayy, yeah
(Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches nigga
We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures)

Larry June - Letras

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