Larry June - Smoothies In 1991 (lyrics)
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Yeah, off-top nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, damn
And, bitch, don't check me, bitch, check the air quality
Numbers, yeah
Dysons and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
500 dollar fans and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
That's just on slight though, ya mean?
Run that
I was born in '91, product of the dope game
50s, Camaros, Cuts when we swang
Crack game, you don't even know the half
The stress, livin' life so fast
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see
And wanna come and choose on a P?
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, '91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
If they pull a nigga over, I might take another L
I ain't really been the same since they killed my nigga Lil
Ridin' with a ghost 40, 'case shit get real
No phone, no Twitter, no 'Gram, just feel
Posted in the trap, tell the niggas, "Yeedahee"
Call of duty on me, niggas not robbin' me
Left wrist on lottery, got cottage cheese
I'm on win mode, bitch, there's no stoppin' me
Gas up the motherfuckin' whip, now I'm scrapin'
Coolin', movin', smokin' like Jamaican
She shakin', dick so good, got her cravin'
Remind me of this lil' bitch I had named Megan
What's happenin'? Put the P aside, now I'm mackin'
Stackin', yes, Lord, 'nother hundred thousand
It's feelin' like a dream when I'm countin' up these band aids
I coulda got a job, but instead I chose the fast lane
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see
And wanna come and choose on a P?
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
It was a clear afternoon, the bitch wasn't cattin'
We're on to the next, just me and my hammer
I don't want no drama but I gotta stay ready
Bought the lil' bitch some fish and spaghetti
Met a bitch named (don't say it), met her in the town
Took her to the crib and killed it on the couch
Why you niggas always stressin' 'bout a punk rock bitch
When your kids ain't even got no clothes that'll fit
Have you ever been so fly, bitches see
And wanna come and choose on a P?
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
Bitch, I feel like I'm dreamin' (feel like I'm dreamin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy (feel like I'm dreamin')
I was born in '91, product of the dope game
50s, Camaros, Cuts when we swang
Crack game, you don't even know the half
The stress, livin' life so fast
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
I'm dreamin' (I'm dreamin'), '91, '91, '91
'91, '91, '91
Now, nigga, when you see me hop out this motherfuckin' thang
With them bust Daniels on it, don't be talkin', nigga
You know what I'm sayin'?
800 a shoe, bitch
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