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now - larry june lyrics

[intro]
aye, look. peep game though. real n*gga don’t gotta show too much, n*gga. i might come through in a low, in a ‘rrari, n*gga. sippin’ fiji water, n*gga. you know i’m sayin’? livin’ life though

[chorus]
word around town, i got them bands right
word around town, i bought that benz right
word around town, i got my sh*t right
word around town, i got that big ice
i got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
i got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
i got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
i got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now

[verse 1]
i was sittin’ in the trap, thinkin’ of a plan
if i can get this hoe crackin’, i can buy a benz
but back then, it was hard for me to touch a band
‘cause on the low, that lil’ hoe wanted a boyfriend
took a trip to the a, yeah, i took a chance
got there, went broke, i was like, “d*mn”
had to sleep at the airport, i’m like, “d*mn”
sun’ told me not to f*ck with that ticket, man
i gave it a few months and the b*tch blew
for a n*gga with a whip and some nice shoes
and that’s when i found out that she wasn’t cool
but i let the b*tch beg, i’m a d*mn fool
that’s one of the bad things that money can do
and all money ain’t good, learned that from you
and now you wanna come back, b*tch, you ain’t cool
i got sh*t to do
b*tch, keep it movin’

[verse 2]
i might go to puerto rice to chill out
next week, i’m thinkin’ london, this sh*t real now
i’ma tryna make a couple million for my kid now
when i heard corky[?] died, i was like, “wow”
hot*boxed in the whip, yeah, i’m in the clouds
run up on this 650, and it’s goin’ down
holla at my og, he fronted a pound
then, i shipped it out of town, watch that money pile
i be ridin’ by myself, ‘cause these n*ggas dirty
i got a hunid enemies and a hunid dro
i got a hunid backwoods and a hunid blunts
and a hunid bad b*tches tryna get it from me
i said, “excuse me, b*tch. why you playin’ with me?
i don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talkin’ bands with me
you should fly to miami and get a tan with me
and maybe you could eat lunch on the sand with me
before we take this any further, ma, explain to me
are you on some groupie sh*t? you actin’ strange to me
do you like smokin’ weed? i love those trees
we can chill by the ocean
okay now, look* look* look ma, what’s hannin’?
i don’t wanna be your boyfriend, that’s tragic
i might wanna come over, chill, eat a sandwich
please, no cameras, no instagram action
you do it for the lights, you know i do it for the cabbage”

- larry june lyrics

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