Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trappin' Orange Juice , by - Larry June. Release date: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trappin' Orange Juice |
| Old weird ass niggas I can’t fuck witchu niggas |
| This Glock-40 so hot, I can’t even touch the trigger |
| I’m drinkin' purified water and my bitch gettin' thicker |
| When my iPhone ring bitch my check get bigger |
| I don’t give a fuck bitch you can dip I ain’t trippin' |
| I’m a muthafuckin I got multiple women |
| But I love you hoe, we can go to the moon |
| We can run up a check, have a Bentley by noon |
| Bitch you know I ain’t playing, bitch you know I’m the man |
| Ice on my hand |
| I ain’t write this |
| I got white bitch, I got black bitch |
| Glock with stick, going crazy |
| You ain’t really wit it, your sideline pimpin' |
| Runnin' up digits, I ain’t playin' with her |
| Gotta touch a million |
| Talkin' with a lisp, runnin' up a ticket |
| Bitch tsk tsk, what the fuck is this |
| Should I keep going, neck on snowin' |
| Hoe still hoein', I been on Boeings |
| That’s a jet, if you ain’t' know it |
| Ridin' wit it, that’s a big thang |
| Do my damn thang, that’s a nice chain |
| Like a door, bitch I got knocks |
| She a goer, money out the cot |
| She drive a Benz, slidin' up the block |
| Her nails did, and bag cost a lot |
| I’m a healthy nigga, I got the knowledge |
| I got the game, I got the power |
| These niggas sour, 'cause she chose |
| Don’t check me, check the hoe |
| Choppa bussin', cop a dozen |
| Trappin', sellin' hella onions |
| Bitch I need a fifty all these hoes choosin' all a sudden |
| Where was you last summer |
| New coupe and it’s rented (woo, woo) |
| Did a hundred, stash spot in the under |
| Money like them white boys, bitch I got more than a hunnid |
| Bitch I got more than a 2, Rollie no diamonds or nothin' |
| I’m overly beatin' they ass, always keep fifty on hand |
| My backpack cost 3 of them bands |
| My snapback all vintage and shit |
| I’m slidin', everything I do is organic |
| I’m drinkin' smoothies in morning, I fix the hoe like mechanic |
| Don’t be playin' wit a P, you can meet me 'round 3 |
| We can eat a taco, we can smoke on this tree |
| Like a door, bitch I got knocks |
| She a goer, money out the cot |
| She drive a Benz, slidin' up the block |
| Her nails did, and bag cost a lot |
| I’m a healthy nigga, I got the knowledge |
| I got the game, I got the power |
| These niggas sour, 'cause she chose |
| Don’t check me, check the hoe |