Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oranges On A Jet, artist - Larry June.
Date of issue: 28.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Oranges On A Jet |
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) |