Orange Juice Wit Dom

[Intro: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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)

[Chorus: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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

[Verse 1: Larry June]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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)

[Chorus: Larry June]

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

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]

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

[Pre-Chorus: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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) (L.A.P.D)

You coulda still been mine (Been mine) (Wow)

[Chorus: Larry June & Dom Kennedy]

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

[Outro: Dom Kennedy]

I fuck with you, Larry