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larry june - 007 lyrics

[intro]
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

[hook: larry june]
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

[verse 1: larry june]
the b-tch said it’s slow but i think she’s catting off
made one phone call, hundred pounds to the south (sh-t!)
number one rule never keep it in the house (good job larry!)
real street n-gga you can hear it when i talk
they gave my n-gga ten but we mobbin’ ’til he out
sit a b-tch down like a motherf-cking couch
you a house n-gga with some internet clout
the b-tch got knock now your feelings coming out
it’s six in the morning and a n-gga still trapping
i don’t even want it if that b-tch ain’t got navi
mob to the v i’m in the crest with a ratchet
hit my n-gga shaq for the pack like “what’s happening?”
backwoods only when i’m in a smoke session
the b-tch doing good so i bought the ho a necklace
cashed out for a b-tch i’m balling like a pastor
the first car i had was an e-cl-ss lexus
then i bought the benz off the lot straight trap sh-t
funny -ss n-gga choppa made him do a backflip
with my black b-tch in the hood eating catfish
(hey b-tch gimme that motherf-cking hot sauce ho?
thank you sweetheart)

[verse 2: larry june]
i’m chilling on the beach and i’m trying to catch a tan
if the b-tch 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 f-ckin’ 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 n-ggas from the hood
when you really having money n-gga you never show it
all the sudden n-ggas callin’, everybody want something
i could fall off today, still be the same n-gga
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 n-ggas nothing i don’t f-ck with new n-ggas
i’m from the motherf-ckin’ bay, where jack boy will get you
sipping fiji on the beach with a b-tch from costa rica

- larry june lyrics

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