Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Smoothies In 1991, artist - Larry June.
Date of issue: 02.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Smoothies In 1991 |
Yeah, off top, nigga, you know what I’m sayin'? |
Yeah, damn |
And, bitch, don’t check me, bitch, check the air quality |
Numbers, yeah |
Dysons and shit, you know what I’m sayin'? |
Five hundred dollar fans and shit, you know what I’m sayin'? |
That’s just somethin' slight though, you know what I mean? |
Run that |
I was born in ninety-one, product of the dope game |
Fifties, Camaros, Cuts when we swang |
Crack game, you don’t even know the half |
The stress, livin' life so fast |
I’m dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
I’m dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see? |
They wanna come and choose on a P |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Yeah, ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
If they pull a nigga, over I might take another L |
I ain’t really been the same since they killed my nigga Lil' |
Ridin' with a ghost 40 case shit get real |
No phone, no Twitter, no 'Gram, just feel |
Posted in the trap, tell the niggas yee-da-dee (Yee-da-dee) |
Call of Duty on me, niggas not robbin' me |
Left wrist on lottery, got cottage cheese |
I’m on win mode, bitch, there’s no stoppin' me |
Gas up the motherfuckin' whip, now I’m scrapin' |
Coolin', movin', smokin' like Jamaican |
She shakin', dick so good, got her cravin' |
Remind me of this lil' bitch I had named Megan |
What’s happenin'? |
Put the P aside, now I’m mackin' |
Stackin', yes, Lord, 'nother hundred thousand |
It’s feelin' like a dream when I’m countin' up these Band-Aids |
I coulda got a job, but instead I chose the fast lane, what’s happenin'? |
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see? |
They wanna come and choose on a P |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
It was a clear afternoon, the bitch wasn’t cattin' (Good job, bitch) |
Ridin' to the neck, just me and my hammer (Strapped) |
I don’t want no drama, but I gotta stay ready |
Bought the lil' bitch some fish and spaghetti |
Met a bitch named (Don't say it), met her in the town (Yeehee) |
Took her to the crib and killed it on the couch |
Why you niggas always stressin' 'bout a punk rock bitch |
When your kids ain’t even got no clothes that’ll fit? |
What’s happenin'? |
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see? |
They wanna come and choose on a P |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Bitch, I feel like I’m dreamin' (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Feel like I’m dreamin') |
I was born in ninety-one, product of the dope game |
Fifties, Camaros, Cuts when we swang |
Crack game, you don’t even know the half |
The stress, livin' life so fast |
I’m dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
I’m dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Ninety-one, ninety-one, ninety-one |
Now, nigga, when you see me hop out this motherfuckin' thang |
With them bust Daniels on it, don’t be talkin', nigga |
You know what I’m sayin'? |
Eight hundred a shoe, bitch |
Numbers |