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larry's freestyle - larry june lyrics

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 n-gg- coming (gawd!)
aye, this the injunction
take my advice
aye, this a premonition
i might can save your life
quit acting like a b-tch
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 b-tch at all
on the low these b-tches sucking pipe
out of mind, n-gg- out of sight
out of sight, n-gg- out of mind
said the same sh-t two times
still the hardest n-gg- on the mic
your b-tch hit my dm tonight
clean my rims, then i hit the block
f-cking ’round with the taylor gang
god d-mn, 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 n-gg-s
half of ’em f-ck n-gg-s
hit my phone 30 times mad cause i never ever f-ck 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 n-gg-s try to jack the flow, huh
i know you n-gg-s watching
house n-gg- 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 motherf-cking greatest, if you feel you better
n-gg- we can see about it
you punk b-tch, wanna hate and sh-t
you ain’t even got your nails did
you don’t even got a whip, b-tch
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 h-lla dollars
saint laurent, and the new givenchy
i don’t fall in love with a bop
f-ck her twice and then i make her swallow
i a four door scr-pe hotbox god d-mn oh my gawd
aye sweetie, hand me that asthma pump please, thank you
a n-gg- can’t even breathe, help
h-lla on
smoking strong
two phones
two homes
aye, homes
what you need?
i gotta pack
god d-mn
chopper hit him
automatic
n-gg-s actors, movie script
cinematic, chopper sn-tch ya
you a b-tch
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
n-gg-s hustin’ backwards like criss cross
i’m the biggest boss since rick ross
got some n-gg-s that’ll knock your wrist off
for that rolex, that you flexing on ’em
god d-mn sledgren, you’re doing good
getting high playing xbox, balmain hoodie
i ain’t stressed out
young n-gg- just got knocked down
so it’s time to bring them f-ckin’ 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 n-gg- sledgren, “good job!”

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- larry june lyrics

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