Larry June, DOM KENNEDY, Cardo - Orange Juice Wit Dom lyrics

Cardo, what’s hannin’?
Shoot through your car door
Shout out to Cardo my name’s Johnny
She wanna get my name tatted
I ain’t gotta say it you know about it, yeah

I’m down to my last (I’m down, I’m down)
It forced me right back to the streets
(Right back to the streets, Sports cars)
No more runnin’ from my past (yeah, yeah)
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat
(Gotta eat, Bad bitches)
Is the game the only thing for me?
(Only thing for me, Cash)
That’s how I felt at the time
(Time, oh, woah, Horses)
Babygirl, why you change on me?
(On me, I’m gonna get me a water fountain)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake houses out the way
You coulda still been mine (Damn)
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl
You coulda still been mine

Sexy as she wanna be, walkin’ like money
(Check) broke her heart a million times
But yet she still love me
I’m comfy, I can’t complain, baby
Life lovely (Lovely)
I wake up
Count a hunid grand like it’s nothin’
(Numbers)
‘Frisco nigga, but got girls out in London
(Good job) i rarely keep in touch
But I’ll text you when I’m comin’
I was down to my last, fuck complainin’
Took chances
Bitch, I’m about advancin’, next month
I’m learnin’ Spanish what’s hannin’? Numbers

I’m down to my last
(I’m down, I’m down) , good job
It forced me right back to the streets
(Right back to the streets, Thank you, God)
No more runnin’ from my past
(yeah, yeah, Nah) ten toes, nigga gotta eat
(Gotta eat, It’s my reality)
Is the game the only thing for me?
(Only thing for me)
That’s how I felt at the time
(Time, oh, woah, It’s not a dream)
Babygirl, why you change on me?
(On me, Thank you, God)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine)

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake houses out the way
You coulda still been mine
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl
You coulda still been mine

Ayy tinted glass, plenty cash
Fine women in my past
Shit, I prefer the rack, yeah
I can run for mayor, no
I can run for president
I’m ghetto but elegant, spit it so eloquent
Deep throatin’, she celibate
It sound so intelligent
You buy, we sellin’ it
As far as all this talk about
Guns and the hidden trust-funds
We get it in lump sums
Just to shout out where I’m from
Leimert Park, nigga

I’m down to my last
(I’m down, I’m down, yeah)
It forced me right back to the streets
(It forced right back to the streets
The laundry mat)
No more runnin’ from my past (yeah, yeah)
Ten toes, nigga gotta eat
(Gotta eat, Liquor stores)
Is the game the only thing for me?
(Only thing for me)
That’s how I felt at the time
(Time, oh, woah, Dice games)
Babygirl, why you change on me? (On me, LAPD)
You coulda still been mine (Been mine, Wow)

But love, it’s too late
I’m focused on this cake houses out the way
You coulda still been mine (Wow)
So many whips, which one gon’ drive today?
But for real, babygirl
You coulda still been mine

I fuck with you, Larry