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lirik lagu trappin’ orange juice – larry june

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old weird ass n*ggas i can’t f*ck witchu n*ggas
this glock*40 so hot, i can’t even touch the trigger
i’m drinkin’ purified water and my b*tch gettin’ thicker
when my iphone ring b*tch my check get bigger
i don’t give a f*ck b*tch you can dip i ain’t trippin’
i’m a m*th*f*ckin […] 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
b*tch you know i ain’t playing, b*tch you know i’m the man
ice […] on my hand
i ain’t write this
i got white b*tch, i got black b*tch
glock with stick, going crazy

you ain’t really wit it, your sideline pimpin’
runnin’ up digits, i ain’t playin’ with her
gotta touch a million
talkin’ with a lisp, runnin’ up a ticket
b*tch tsk tsk, what the f*ck is this
should i keep going, neck on snowin’
hoe still hoein’, i been on boeings
that’s a jet, if you ain’t’ know it
ridin’ wit it, that’s a big thang
do my d*mn thang, that’s a nice chain

like a door, b*tch i got knocks
she a goer, money out the cot
she drive a benz, slidin’ up the block
her nails did, and bag cost a lot
i’m a healthy n*gga, i got the knowledge
i got the game, i got the power
these n*ggas sour, ’cause she chose
don’t check me, check the hoe

choppa bussin’, cop a dozen
trappin’, sellin’ h*lla onions
b*tch i need a fifty all these hoes choosin’ 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, b*tch i got more than a hunnid
b*tch i got more than a 2, rollie no diamonds or nothin’
i’m overly beatin’ they ass, always keep fifty on hand
my backpack cost 3 of them bands
my snapback all vintage and sh*t
i’m slidin’, everything i do is organic
i’m drinkin’ smoothies in morning, i fix the hoe like mechanic
don’t be playin’ wit a p, you can meet me ’round 3
we can eat a taco, we can smoke on this tree

like a door, b*tch i got knocks
she a goer, money out the cot
she drive a benz, slidin’ up the block
her nails did, and bag cost a lot
i’m a healthy n*gga, i got the knowledge
i got the game, i got the power
these n*ggas sour, ’cause she chose
don’t check me, check the hoe

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