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) |