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art talk - larry june, the alchemist & boldy james lyrics

[intro: larry june]
valets, five*star michelin type sh*t, you know what i mean?
sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened, you know what i mean?
very peaceful, numbers
al, what’s happenin’? yeah

[chorus: larry june]
five*star trap spot (d*mn), st. regis, marriott (check)
art talk (yeah), basquiat, never see me (numbers), out a lot (yeah)
real estate (check), private stock, ceramic brakes (uh), black drop (yeah)
got it off the black top (yeah), curtains when the mag pops
[verse 1: larry june]
these the best memories, millionaire tendencies (d*mn)
lemon squeeze, jeezy clean, james bond, new machine (numbers)
reservation, book for three, choppin’ game, sippin’ tea (check)
hunnid g’s (uh), new piece (yeah), houses, off of coca leaves (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[interlude: larry june & boldy james]
takin’ walks and sh*t (takin’ walks and sh*t), birds chirpin’ (birds chirpin’)
juice sippin’ (juice sippin’)
and, b*tch, you know i’m gon’ do numbers (numbers)
check it out (out), ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
all next summer, we pullin’ down on n*ggas
like what’s poppin’ kermit? (grr, do*do*do*do)
yeah, that way, what else?

[verse 2: boldy james]
them n*ggas that you told on, they just got released (go home)
blow so strong, the pac*man you feast
snow cones in my masterpiece (ayy), low pro rims factory
el satchel paige, what’s the f*ckin’ verdict?
no more happy days, double cup of courage
crabs in the barrel, he a f*ckin’ hermit (uh*huh)
youngest sn*tchin’ chains, tell him tuck his turkish
‘fore we catch his friend, hang him up and rob him
have him tag his friend, everyday they post ’em
heavy plays in motion, ’cause that broke n*gga sh*t
will rub off on you quicker than some lotion
never get upset or caught up in the motion (yeah)
f*ckin’ bad b*tches, from de toi to oakland
i tell all my hoes to cc with me (what else?)
you either cuttin’ checks or causin’ commotion
new thunderclouds off the prada jacket
you would think these n*ggas would be proud of jackson
goin’ out in style, i’m a dyin’ fashion
i’ll be saks*fifthin’, she be donna sacs*in’
born ballin’, that’s a fun fact (ayy)
i’ll be all enthrallin’ with the drum slappers, stuck in drug trafic
told her daughter father, he a cornball, and you a crumb sn*tcher
hunnid strips in the four*door hyundai
can’t promise you it ain’t gon’ be no more gunplay (skirt)
always knew that i’ll roll dope one day (for real)
f*ck a b*tch, i done 401k
al, june, it’s only two after noon
i already seen more paper than the mailroom
cache it, tighten it, you got everything
comin’ full circle under the pale moon, where we at with it?
[chorus: larry june]
five*star trap spot (d*mn), st. regis, marriott (check)
art talk (yeah), basquiat, never see me (numbers), out a lot (yeah)
real estate (check), private stock, ceramic brakes (uh), black drop (yeah)
got it off the black top (yeah), curtains when the mag pop

- larry june the alchemist boldy james lyrics

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