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Larry June
Larry June
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Larry June
Larry June
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I hear these niggas talkin' on the 'net, I just left the bank I'm 'bout to cop the crib with the built-in fish tank Eatin' on this empanada, the bitch with me from Grenada This on some real healthy nigga shit, I might save the nation Three solid ropes on, money was the conversation Wipin' down the bullets for my .9, I know niggas hatin' Stop killin' niggas over hoes, man, that shit maney Stay up on your grind, my nigga, go and get some paper Driver picked me up, I said peace to the bell man This not my girlfriend, we just eatin' crab legs You can come and gеt the chick back, I got too many of 'em Barely gеt to drive, my nigga, but I got plenty of 'em See me in the view, then I'm probably out with Paypa Boy See me in the Point, I'm to the neck and never paranoid Man, these niggas suckers for these hoes, I got no remorse I'm out wine tastin' with the bitch, lookin' at a Porsche I'm lookin' at that GT2, not the 3 Everything I do is topnotch, I'ma need that fee If I wasn't tatted, then I'll probably look like Lionel Richie The only person I depend on, nigga, me The only person I depend on, nigga, me (Look, numbers, nigga) I'm done playin' with you lil niggas, I'm talkin' big bread Every time you look at my neck, nigga, that's brick-fed Baby get around, but it's nowhere that I've never been Everything I say, she go do, it is what it is Stop pillow-talkin' to these hoes, man, you lookin' simp I bet she got my name in her phone under "that's him" Say she got her heart broke, and she need some time to chill I told baby I don't wanna hit, you need time to heal Whippin' up a smoothie, countin' hundreds, watchin' Shark Tank I think she really only fuck with me 'cause I got big bank But I am not a trick, I might buy you food, give you dick Put you on game, every now and then, take a trip Alkaline water, took a sip and went and washed the whip Compact whop on my hip incase a nigga trip What's hannin', nigga? Numbers, nigga TFM, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy And I'ma always talk this shit, bitch, you know I'm sayin'? I don't even get my mofuckin' fingernails dirty, bitch You know I'm sayin? Look at these, nigga, numbers, you know I'm sayin'? Good job, Larry, sock it to me And everything I do organic, bitch, quit- quit playin' with me Hahaha, man, lookin' good, sweetheart, numbers Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer(s): Jacob Brian Dutton, Larry June Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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