
larry june - oranges on grape lyrics
[intro: larry june]
sh_t, ee_hee
d_mn, sock it to me
sh_t, sock it to me
larry june
[verse 1: 03 greedo]
grab my choppa off the floor, watch it do the diddy dance
put a n_gga in a plastic bag, shiny_suit man
got it out the bowl, so suppressors look like soup cans
she rapid so i’m coolest ‘round a million dollar food, man
got it out the bowl, two_percent in fruit loops, man
young n_gga, kept a long nose like toucan
you doing good, you’re doing great, come get this good [?]
my migo text me andale, i made the great escape
twenty long years they trying to lock the wolf away
gave my lawyer twenty bands, i was locked up twenty dates
drummer gang, no pro tools, b_tch you know we hold tools
f_cking with a hoe, fools know we met in whole foods
healthy! just like my pockets
i tote a rocket, i’m not gone c_ck it
this sh_t already lit, this sh_t already lit
this sh_t already loaded, i pull up with the choppas
drummer gang b_tch, give a f_ck about a instrumental
i’ma playa b_tch, give a f_ck if she get sentimental
before she pay her rent, i’ma make that b_tch go get a rental
i’ma take a trip, then i’m coming home with the dinner
[verse 2: larry june]
gas packs, choppas automatic
buy an old school then i paint it like a canvas
b_tch, why you cap, four deep, no sleep
old school, new feet, aye, aye, aye, aye yee_hee
ridin’ round with the 24_8 in another state, all for the cake
just touched down, another hoe to break
brand new toast in the north face
b_tch quit playing, need all that
f_ck the rap game, moving novocaine
two snow bunnies when the rover came
(yeee_heee)
b_tch h_lla thick, come choose up on a pimp
im never on the radio, i’m talking to much sh_t
thirty in my clip, i ain’t playing
n_gga what you saying , i was dirty so i ran
foot chase, they caught a n_gga, i’m d_mned
police knocking on my granny door, i’m in the town
i went broke, my lawyer hit me for a ten
i never thought i’d be in tokyo counting yen
kick_flip, make the work kick_flip
new whip, and i got the pink slip
all my handguns newbies, i ain’t get to bust ’em
you can tell by my fingernails i’m getting money
clean n_gga, never f_cked a b_tch bare_back
the only reason that you got in cause i booted that
in whole foods with the forty like a maniac
its tax evasion if he search where my ankle at
[outro: larry june]
d_mn, sh_t, man
ay ay ay sh_t ee_hee
ay ay, good job, greedo, uh
ay ay ay, ay ay ay, ee_hee sh_t
d_mn, d_mn, uh d_mn
ee_hee, sh_t, sock it to me
ay
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