Larry June - Larry's Freestyle (prod. by Sledgren) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Larry's Freestyle (prod. by Sledgren)

Larry June

SOCK IT TO ME EP

16.12.2015

22

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Tekst piosenki
Keep the hammer like I'm Bob the Builder But I'm never building nothing (Oh no!) I don't really got a preference Do the papers, Woods, or the Dutches (Yes Lord!) Hit him from a distance, he didn't even know I seen the nigga coming (Gawd!) Aye, this the injunction Take my advice Aye, this a premonition I might can save your life Quit acting like a bitch And if you send the pack, don't send it overnight Triple beam scale, these packs ain't light Five Ps in a [?], 45 ghost with the light Sippin Jeremy got me feeling right Twenty bands for my new ice I don't trust the bitch at all On the low these bitches sucking pipe Out of mind, nigga out of sight Out of sight, nigga out of mind Said the same shit two times Still the hardest nigga on the mic Your bitch hit my DM tonight Clean my rims, then I hit the block Fucking 'round with the Taylor Gang God damn, I got too high 20 bands in my skinny jeans So I gotta pack the big chop Gross income 200k, never had a rap check in my life I don't ever trust niggas Half of 'em fuck niggas Hit my phone 30 times mad cause I never ever fuck with 'em That's signs of a hoe, bruh You mad, cause you broke, huh? I ain't even write this It's all off the dome, huh? Let's see how many niggas try to jack the flow, huh I know you niggas watching House nigga on the internet posting choppers I just made a hundred thousand Living good, eating Thai food, on the island Chillin' with a lttle stallion I'm the motherfucking greatest, if you feel you better Nigga we can see about it You punk bitch, wanna hate and shit You ain't even got your nails did You don't even got a whip, bitch Watch your mouth, talking to a pimp Drinking coffee, peeping real estate Get it cheaper, heard the market rising Take the equity and start a business Drink a lot of water, watch your diet I'm at Barney's spending hella dollars Saint Laurent, and the new Givenchy I don't fall in love with a bop Fuck her twice and then I make her swallow I a four door scrape hotbox God damn oh my gawd Aye sweetie, hand me that asthma pump please, thank you A nigga can't even breathe, help Hella on Smoking strong Two phones Two homes Aye, homes What you need? I gotta pack God damn Chopper hit him Automatic Niggas actors, movie script Cinematic, chopper snatch ya You a bitch Run that Had to switch it up, cause the beat dropped With a Puerto Rican, getting big top Spent a pretty penny for my wrist watch Niggas hustin' backwards like criss cross I'm the biggest boss since Rick Ross Got some niggas that'll knock your wrist off For that Rolex, that you flexing on 'em God damn Sledgren, you're doing good Getting high playing Xbox, Balmain hoodie I ain't stressed out Young nigga just got knocked down So it's time to bring them fuckin' techs out Hit the pack with the knife Let him taste it if he wanna If he want it, then I bring the rest out I might take a trip down to Pittsburgh Just to tell my nigga Sledgren, "Good Job!" [Outro]
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