Lyrics Smoothies In 1991 - Larry June

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
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