Larry June - Orange Pineapple lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Orange Pineapple lyrics]
I know you probably sleep but ima send this
Text anyway babygirl were you still down
If I fly you to the Bay would you spaz
If you realize some other girls been around
I can order takeout and
Some bottles of champagne
For them days you ain't been around
I don't know about you but for me my nig
Swear to god she drive a thousand miles
She tell me that she can do better
Matter fact babygirl tapping in right now
She flying in from DC for the weekend
And she tryna link up right now
I can take you hiking and
Shit do a couple things
Take you out to eat afterwards
Do the ice cream
I don't need you going through
My phone I ain't thirteen
Real live P and this juice cost thirteen
I can't be your man but I would
Like to get to know you
We can eat pineapples and oranges
Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can
Pull out the old schools and foreigns
Fuckin right
You ain't gotta trip you fucking
With a boss just
Tell me where it's at and babygirl we going
I see you got a new spot and you on yo shit
I told you
You ain't need me love you been that bitch
She still come through and break
Off a real live pimp
And I don't even need to trap
I just love how it feel
On my way to Las Vegas four hours and shit
The more money that I make the
More I know that it's real
Corvette in the driveway I do this for real
A couple whips on post orange
Trees in the crib
I can't be your man but I would
Like to get to know you
We can eat pineapples and oranges
Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can
Pull out the old schools and foreigns
Fuckin right
You ain't gotta trip you fucking
With a boss just
Tell me where it's at and babygirl we going
Text anyway babygirl were you still down
If I fly you to the Bay would you spaz
If you realize some other girls been around
I can order takeout and
Some bottles of champagne
For them days you ain't been around
I don't know about you but for me my nig
Swear to god she drive a thousand miles
She tell me that she can do better
Matter fact babygirl tapping in right now
She flying in from DC for the weekend
And she tryna link up right now
I can take you hiking and
Shit do a couple things
Take you out to eat afterwards
Do the ice cream
I don't need you going through
My phone I ain't thirteen
Real live P and this juice cost thirteen
I can't be your man but I would
Like to get to know you
We can eat pineapples and oranges
Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can
Pull out the old schools and foreigns
Fuckin right
You ain't gotta trip you fucking
With a boss just
Tell me where it's at and babygirl we going
I see you got a new spot and you on yo shit
I told you
You ain't need me love you been that bitch
She still come through and break
Off a real live pimp
And I don't even need to trap
I just love how it feel
On my way to Las Vegas four hours and shit
The more money that I make the
More I know that it's real
Corvette in the driveway I do this for real
A couple whips on post orange
Trees in the crib
I can't be your man but I would
Like to get to know you
We can eat pineapples and oranges
Sunday come through we can chill maybe I can
Pull out the old schools and foreigns
Fuckin right
You ain't gotta trip you fucking
With a boss just
Tell me where it's at and babygirl we going