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"Orange Pineapple" is a track by Larry June, from the album Very Peaceful, released 30th November 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Verse 1] I know you probably sleep, but I'ma send this text anyway, babygirl, is you still down? (You still down?) If I fly you to the Bay, would you spaz if you realize some other girls been around? (Been around) I can order takeout and some bottles of champagne for them days you ain't been around (Been around) I don't know about you but for me, my nig, swear to god, she drive a thousand miles (Yeah) She tell me that she can do better, matter fact, babygirl tapping in right now (Now, now, now, 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 [Chorus] I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you, we can eat pineapples and oranges (Yeah) 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 (Just holla at me) Check, look, uh, off top, straight up, pineapples and oranges [Verse 2] I see you got a new spot and you on yo' shit (Yeah) I told you, you ain't need me, love, you been that bitch (Sock it to me) She still come through and break off a real live pimp (Real live pimp) And I don't even need to trap, I just love how it feel (Ayy, ayy, ayy) On my way to Las Vegas, four hours and shit (Sock it to me) The more money that I make, the more I know that it's real (Goddamn) Corvette in the driveway, I do this for real (I do this for real) A couple whips I don't post, orange trees in the crib [Chorus] I can't be your man but I would like to get to know you, we can eat pineapples and oranges (Yeah) 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 (Just holla at me) Check, look, uh, off top, straight up, pineapples and oranges
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