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Organic Pimping
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Larry June
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Then drop the roof f**k with these b*t*hes They f**k with me Saltreze f**k with these b*t*hes They f**k Hop in the coupe Then, drop the roof f**k with these b*t*hes They f**k with me too And later, the Bay We don’t play ‘bout that bread We don’t play ‘bout that bread f**k what they said I got it locked like some dreads in my head Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs After I f**k, you can get out my bed You can get out my bed Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Skrrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt I be tryna get out the game, but these hoes be choosin’ Ten-thousand for the feet, b*t*h, you know how I do it This fresh squeezed orange juice go clean with the Coogi Even on my bad days, b*t*h, my life is a movie Clean the rims on the coupe, go and eat with my jeweler Took to the b*t*h for Italian, then called her a Uber I can tell she ain’t never met a n***a that’s cool My pinky ring got to dancin’ when I reached in the cooler I don’t really f**k with n***as, I be bikin’ and sh*t Knock a little model b*t*h and take her hikin’ and sh*t If she post a sexy picture, I might like it and sh*t When it come to these b*t*hes, man, I got too many I ain’t even tryna f**k, 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’? Hop in the coupe Then, drop the roof f**k with these b*t*hes They f**k with me too And later, the Bay We don’t play ‘bout that bread We don’t play ‘bout that bread f**k what they said I got it locked like some dreads in my head Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs After I f**k, you can get out my bed You can get out my bed After I f**k, 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 pu**y And as a man, got to watch how I value the pu**y 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***as got the fresh squeeze drip in the room If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with me, she gon’ know I’m the man If a b*t*h is f**kin’ with you, she gon’ say she your friend All them b*t*hes f**kin’ with you in a friend-zone Catch a young n***a in a endzone Celebratin’, it’s a celebration Don’t tell me that I’m blowin’ up, this different b*t*h, I’m levitatin’ b*t*h, I’m levitatin’ First thing I do Hop in the coupe, drop the roof Hop in the coupe Then, drop the roof f**k with these b*t*hes They f**k with me too And later, the Bay We don’t play ‘bout that bread We don’t play ‘bout that bread f**k what they said I got it locked like some dreads in my head Quit all that talkin’, b*t*h, open them legs After I f**k, you can get out my bed You can get out my bed Saltreze
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