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007 Lyrics - Artist : Larry June
How you doing sweetie?
Names Larry. Larry June now Sweetheart can you please go to Whole Foods and get me 3 farm raised chickens sweetheart? I swear to God, sock it to me I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven The bitch said it's slow but I think she's catting off Made one phone call, hundred pounds to the south (shit!) Number one rule never keep it in the house (good job Larry!) Real street nigga you can hear it when I talk They gave my nigga ten but we mobbin' 'til he out Sit a bitch down like a motherfucking couch You a house nigga with some internet clout The bitch got knock now your feelings coming out It's six in the morning and a nigga still trapping I don't even want it if that bitch ain't got navi Mob to the V I'm in the crest with a ratchet Hit my nigga Shaq for the pack like "What's happening?" Backwoods only when I'm in a smoke session The bitch doing good so I bought the ho a necklace Cashed out for a bitch I'm balling like a pastor The first car I had was an E-class Lexus Then I bought the Benz off the lot straight trap shit Funny ass nigga choppa made him do a backflip With my black bitch in the hood eating catfish (Hey bitch gimme that motherfucking hot sauce ho? Thank you sweetheart) I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven I'm chilling on the beach and I'm trying to catch a tan If the bitch get a car then I'm hoping it's a band They not fitting in my Prius so I gotta rent a van That's a hundred fuckin' bales from that Arizona land Remember in the 90's, thirty six was for the ten That's that A1 Becky if you dig what I'm saying Rest in peace Mac Dre, rest in peace T Woods Rest in peace Lil Corky, they my niggas from the hood When you really having money nigga you never show it All the sudden niggas callin', everybody want something I could fall off today, still be the same nigga I swear to God I never change, my bank just got bigger When I slide to the point I keep MAC-10 with me I don't owe you niggas nothing I don't fuck with new niggas I'm from the motherfuckin' Bay, where Jack Boy will get you Sipping Fiji on the beach with a bitch from Costa Rica I got bad hoes like double oh seven Tuck spot in a foreign like double oh seven Big choppa on my arm like double oh seven I got a hundred thousand dollars and a plug named Kevin Like double oh seven Like double oh seven |
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