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larry june - baggage claims lyrics

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[intro]
keep all that sh+t running
put all that money right there, you see
that’s a nice bag, big bag, you know what i’m sayin’?
i don’t really give a f+ck
numbers
you know it’s always numbers when i talk on the beat, b+tch
i don’t even gotta rap, i be playin’ around with you b+tch ass n+ggas, you know what i’m sayin’?

[verse 1]
got my money up now i’m living like a trust kid
max payne on a b+tch, choppa by the nightstand
i ain’t looking for the drama, i just know i’m havin’ bread
you a well known thot, i don’t even want the head
ten bands, twenty bands, i been thumbin’ through a lot
slide through the tsa with about ten in my sock
i hit mangos in the asia, making food got me right
get that hate out your heart, lil’ n+gga that ain’t right
[bridge]
it’s like a lil’ indian motherf+ckin’ like
you know what i’m sayin’, some indian sh+t n+gga like very peaceful, you know what i’m sayin’?
doo+doo+doo
numbers n+gga, off top

[verse 2]
xd, two clips with pink slip
touchdown, ruth chris when we hit denver
big ds in my chain, i’ma dealer
healthy n+gga, never simpin’
rappin’, pimpin’, stackin’, flippin’
racks, get ’em, packs, send ’em
you dig it? i’m sh+ttin’
it’s cool ‘lil rhythm
you a job ass turkey
you a b+tch ass n+gga
ass, movin’, goin’ stupid
slidin’, mobbin’, who is you?
coupe too, urr, vroom
clockin’ loot, c+ck it, shoot

[chorus]
i need all my baggage claims
duffle bag, bad days
run it back, whole track
in the kitchen, in the k
money so long, told her keep the trap
i might go crazy cop fendi mac
n+gga that’s that boof, cop a different pack
you don’t f+ck with larry june, kinda sh+t is that? for real
[verse 3]
baby came through and her booty was tremendous
hit it in the trap, on the couch, in the trenches
larry mc where ya’, ricky ricky, k!ll sh+t
bass hit my phone with this beat, had to k!ll this
knot in my sock when i’m slidin’ in my old school
buss’ another knock, double back, hit the whole foods
i been on the clock making’ racks off pro tools
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
godd+mn n+gga, yeehee!

[chorus]
i need all my baggage claims
duffle bag, bad days
run it back, whole track
in the kitchen, in the k
money so long, told her keep the trap
i might go crazy cop fendi mac
n+gga that’s that boof, cop a different pack
you don’t f+ck with tfm, kinda sh+t is that?



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