Letra Orange juice wit dom Larry June

Orange juice wit dom

Cardo, what’s hannin’?
Shoot through your car door, shout out to Cardo
My name’s Johnny
She wanna get my name tatted
I ain’t gotta say it
You know about it, yeah

I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down)
It forced?me?right?back to the'streets (Right back'to the streets)
Sports cars
No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Bad bitches
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me)
Cash
That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah)
Horses
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me)
I’m gonna get me a water fountain
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Damn)
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

Sexy as she wanna be, walkin’ like money (Check)
Broke her heart a million times, but yet she still love me
I’m comfy
I can’t complain, baby, life lovely (Lovely)
I wake up, count a hunid grand like it’s nothin’ (Numbers)
‘Frisco nigga, but got girls out in London (Good job)
I rarely keep in touch, but I’ll text you when I’m comin’
I was down to my last, fuck complainin’, took chances
Bitch, I’m all about advancin’, next month, I’m learnin’ Spanish
What’s hannin’?
Numbers

I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down)
Good job
It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets)
Thank you, God
No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah
No
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat)
It’s my reality
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me)
That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah)
It’s not a dream
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me)
Thank you, God
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

Ayy
Tinted glass, plenty cash, fine women in my past
Shit, I prefer the rack, yeah
I could run for mayor, no, I could run for president
I’m ghetto but elegant
Spit it so eloquent
Deep throatin’, she celibate
It sound so intelligent
You buy, we sellin’ it
As far as all this talk about guns and the hidden trust-funds
We get it in lump sums, just to shout out where I’m from
Leimert Park, nigga

I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down)
Yeah
It forced me right back to the streets (Right back to the streets)
The laundry mat
No more runnin’ from my past, ye- yeah
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat (Gotta eat)
Liquor stores
Is the game the only thing for me? (Only thing for me)
That’s how I felt at the time (Time, oh, woah)
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Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me)
L.A.P.D
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)
Wow

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake
Houses out the way, you coulda still been mine (Wow)
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl, you coulda still been mine

I fuck with you, Larry