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organic pimping - larry june lyrics

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[intro: dreebo]
then drop the roof
f*ck with these b*tches
they f*ck with me
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f*ck with these b*tches
they f*ck

[chorus: dreebo]
hop in the coupe
then, drop the roof
f*ck with these b*tches
they f*ck with me too
and later, the bay
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
i got it locked like some dreads in my head
quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs
after i f*ck, you can get out my bed
you can get out my bed

[bridge: dreebo]
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skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
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[verse 1: larry june]
i be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin’
ten*thousand for the feet, b*tch, you know how i do it
this fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the coogi
even on my bad days, b*tch, my life is a movie
clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler
took to the b*tch for italian, then called her a uber
i can tell she ain’t never met a n*gga that’s cool
my pinky ring got to dancin’ when i reached in the cooler
i don’t really f*ck with n*ggas, i be bikin’ and sh*t
knock a little model b*tch and take her hikin’ and sh*t
if she post a s*xy picture, i might like it and sh*t
when it come to these b*tches, man, i got too many
i ain’t even tryna f*ck, but you can come through and chill
yeah, you got a lil’ ass, but baby, is that real?
is it trickin’ if i go and take you out for a meal?
a lil’ sixty*five dollars ain’t sh*t to a pimp
what’s hannin’?

[chorus: dreebo]
hop in the coupe
then, drop the roof
f*ck with these b*tches
they f*ck with me too
and later, the bay
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
i got it locked like some dreads in my head
quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs
after i f*ck, you can get out my bed
you can get out my bed

[verse 2: dreebo]
after i f*ck, you can get out the bed
i don’t know if you the feds – angela valdez
see, i understand that you got the power of p*ssy
and as a man, got to watch how i value the p*ssy
doughboy hit tf* and said he got me a playa
say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way
so, i laid the hook, then the homie sent it to june
now, n*ggas got the fresh squeeze drip in the room
if a b*tch is f*ckin’ with me, she gon’ know i’m the man
if a b*tch is f*ckin’ with you, she gon’ say she your friend
all them b*tches f*ckin’ with you in a friend*zone
catch a young n*gga in a endzone
celebratin’, it’s a celebration
don’t tell me that i’m blowin’ up, this different
b*tch, i’m levitatin’
b*tch, i’m levitatin’
first thing i do
hop in the coupe, drop the roof

[chorus: dreebo]
hop in the coupe
then, drop the roof
f*ck with these b*tches
they f*ck with me too
and later, the bay
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
we don’t play ‘bout that bread
f*ck what they said
i got it locked like some dreads in my head
quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs
after i f*ck, you can get out my bed
you can get out my bed

[outro]
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