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meet me in frisco - larry june lyrics

[intro: larry june]
how you doin’, baby?
you lookin’ real beautiful today
cardo got wings
it’s good, tap in
just pull up on me, i mean, it ain’t really sh*t to do
you know i mean? we can go hikin’ or sun’
sun’ very peaceful, you know i mean?
what’s hannin’? tap in

[verse 1: larry june]
i been wantin’ this b*tch for a minute (for a minute)
the b*tch tapped in, so i’m cleanin’ off my rims (rims)
make sure my white tee crispy (crispy)
i’m goin’ to her crib, so my .405 with me (with me)
a n*gga gotta stay on his toes (toes)
is the b*tch really single? you never really know
off top, i took that chance (chance)
she cooked a n*gga dinner, then a n*gga got them pants
now, i’m back in my 5.0 (0, sock it to me)
took a lock off the steerin’ wheel, it’s time to go
this for the girls in san jo* (san jo*)
stocked in modesto, she choosin’ fasho (fasho)
b*tch, drink a smoothie (smoothie), do some yoga (do some yoga)
and make sure it don’t got a odor (no, no, no)
me and kilo used to sit ‘em down in the v
on my mama, i was nineteen whippin’ 550
what’s hannin’?

[chorus: larry june]
all the trap n*ggas gon’ feel this (feel this)
non*fiction, i really live this (live this)
take the top off the ‘vette, then i swing the sh*t (swing the sh*t)
i really just be been mackin’, i don’t need the b*tch (numbers)
sippin’ [?], my life is a dream (dream)
stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ sh*t p (p)
the ho never met another n*gga like me (numbers)
hunter’s point, filmore, to the v g’s

[verse 2: black c]
i’m up early in the mornin’, lightin’ up a duce
sippin’ champagne mimosa with that organic juice
stayin’ heavy on the b*tch, like my nephew larry june
we some projects n*ggas, so you know we pay dues, yeah
i put in that work, do i make it look easy?
do i get money? isn’t fat meat greasy?
pull up on a breezy, ask her what it do
i’m out here chasin’ blue strips, b*tch, what about you?
you can hop up in this foreign, if you really with the sh*t
when she not about a dollar, i don’t really need the b*tch
i really just be mackin’, tryna motivate her
a boss not a captain, so i ain’t tryna save her
never been a hater, i’m more like a gangster
i rep that rbl in the city of them playas
‘frisco, ‘frisco, where you gotta pack a pistol
stay away from sucka sh*t, and stay up on your tip*toes

[verse 3: larry june]
i’m just gettin’ lined up, but the .40 on me (on me)
‘cause everywhere i go, everybody know me (know me)
if the b*tch didn’t want me back then, now she on it (on it)
you better have your sh*t together, b*tch, or i don’t want it
(want it)
full*time father (father), i want it – then, i’m coppin’ (coppin’)
took the pin out the choppa, automatic whoppa
now, i’m off to vallejo, ‘cause the b*tch pay more (pay more)
check trap, then a n*gga dippin’ like queso
back to the motherf*ckin’ city (city)
i cross two bridges, my black b*tch with me (with me)
when i get that cash app, i dance like diddy (diddy)
pineapple smoothie (smoothie), my whip so sh*tty (sh*tty)
i don’t need sh*t from a n*gga, i’m a boy (i’m a boy)
i like candy on my motherf*ckin’ toys (on my toys)
skrrrt! swingin’, mobbin’ (mobbin’)
numbers, runnin’ up commas (commas)
good job

[chorus: larry june]
all the trap n*ggas gon’ feel this (feel this)
non*fiction, i really live this (live this)
take the top off the ‘vette, then i swing the sh*t (swing that sh*t)
i really just be been mackin’, i don’t need the b*tch
(i don’t need that b*tch)
sippin’ [?], my life is a dream (dream)
stylin’, profilin’, keepin’ sh*t p (p)
the ho never met another n*gga like me (numbers)
hunter’s point, filmore, to the v g’s

[outro: larry june]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
i don’t need that shh
i don’t need that shh
man, off top, n*gga
d*mn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

- larry june lyrics

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