Organic Pimping lyrics

[Intro: Dreebo & Larry June]
Then drop the roof
f*ck with these b*tches, they f*ck with me
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(Ayo, keep all that)
f*ck with these b*tches, they f*ck, ayy

[Chorus: Dreebo]
Hop in the coupe (Coupe), then drop the roof (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 (Said)
I got it locked like some dreads in my head (Head)
Quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs (Open them legs)
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed

[Interlude: Dreebo]
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[Verse 1: Larry June]
(Yeah, baby, uh, good job, Larry)
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 sexy 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 (Coupe), then drop the roof (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 (Said)
I got it locked like some dreads in my head (Head)
Quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs (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 (Get out the bed)
I don’t know if you the feds, Angela Valdez
See, I understand that you got the power of pus*y
And as a man, gotta watch how I value the pus*y
Doughboy hit TF- and said he got me a playa (Got me a playa)
Say no more, easy call, homie, send him my way (Yeah)
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 (Celebration)
Don’t tell me that I’m blowin’ up, this different
b*tch, I’m levitatin’, b*tch, I’m levitatin’ (Levitatin’)
First thing I do
Hop in the coupe, drop the roof
[Chorus: Dreebo]
Hop in the coupe (Coupe), then drop the roof (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 (Said)
I got it locked like some dreads in my head (Head)
Quit all that talkin’, b*tch, open them legs (Open them legs)
After I f*ck, you can get out my bed
You can get out my bed

[Outro: Dreebo]
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