a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

larry june – 4real lyrics

[chorus: larry june]
i f+cked around and broke my f+cking scale
i f+cked around and bought the b+tch chanel
i f+cked around and missed the f+cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real

[verse 1: larry june]
why the f+ck you playing with me?
why the f+ck you n+ggas hating?
i can still f+ck your b+tch, ok, that’s probably why they hating
all my cars foreign, i got everything i need
n+gga, f+ck the rap game, got a white b+tch out in brizbain
[/?] when them bricks came
i got a trap house in my whip game
i’m a criminal, i got 6 names
i got a big house in my b+tch name
got a great white in my fish tank
hit the trap first, then i broke the b+tch
then i hit the weed and i switch lanes
in my [?], sipping champagne
and my bust down cost 30k
got a hundred rounds in that big thang
n+gga, f+ck aim, i ain’t gotta aim
took a road trip, with 8 thangs
when i touched down, made h+lla cake
you a f+ck n+gga, we can’t hang
n+gga, t.f.m. be the gang, man
i done sold dope, i done sent hoes
f+ck the radio, they ain’t gotta play me, n+gga
[chorus: larry june]
i f+cked around and broke my f+cking scale
i f+cked around and bought the b+tch chanel
i f+cked around and missed the f+cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real

[verse 2: derrick coleman]
i’m a g+nius motherf+cker
and the cleanest motherf+cker
[?] my lil brother
til i see my lil brother
f+ck you n+ggas talking ’bout
speaking english, motherf+cker
all they garbage falling out
eat a p+n+s, motherf+cker
i’m the best that ever did this, still doing it [?]
why [?]
[?] still doing it and winning
you know we in the building
when a n+gga in the same strip club throwing money to the ceiling
stood out like i never [?]
i broke the [?]
n+ggas lied when they told me sky was the limit
i keep my eyes on the prize, and the prize was the [?]
[?] high rise, with my eyes on the city
sucka n+gga try, he can die any minute
[?] ride or die [?]
[?] at me now [?]
where i come from, [?]
[?]
[?] spitting that g sh+t like this here, yeah
[chorus: larry june]
i f+cked around and broke my f+cking scale
i f+cked around and bought the b+tch chanel
i f+cked around and missed the f+cking mail
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real
i ain’t rapping, b+tch, i do this sh+t for real

- larry june lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS