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larry june - doing good lyrics

[verse 1]
you need to check up from your neck up
b-tch choose up, play the red carpet, hit new orleans
take it overseas, we can cross the border
give her 30k, playin’ cr-ps with the trick
all my b-tch like to do is hit l!cks
orange chanel bag match her fingertips
night vision on it so i won’t miss
goin’ through the sh-t, still sellin’ dope
i don’t wanna hug, rather just smoke
n-gga won’t choke if it ain’t dope
b-tch hit for six, meet me in the scope
ridin’ through the city with a scale on me
hope these f-ck n-ggas don’t tell on me, d-mn
salad with the kale on it
bust down lemonade, sellin’ some’, godd-mn
no plates, vin number covered up, that’s an unknown (ups and downs)
i thought i fell in love, n-gga i was wrong (eyes closed)
i can count a hundred thousand with a blindfold, ice so cold
it’s probably ’cause i got this vvs chain on (you’re doing good)

[chorus]
it’s early in the trap but just hit for sixteen hundred
you’re doing good (yeehee), you’re doing good (yes lord, sh-t)
b-tches shaking -ss, on the pole doin’ tricks
you’re doing good, you’re doing good (one, two, three, hit it)
doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good
doing, good, doing, good, doing, good, doing, good

[verse 2]
call of duty choppers, grand theft auto
theory live the city, no pity
soft n-gga, why the f-ck you speaking on me
told the lil b-tch you wanna rob
more money more problems, handheld revolvers
my n-gga just had a daughter, i work harder
if rap don’t work i’m probably back sellin’ h-lla hard
don’t give a f-ck, run it up
f-ck the judge, i ain’t showin’ up
put my lawyer on it
i’m havin’ money, i don’t feel right if i don’t got a hundred
never had a hit, just a white b-tch
sellin’ h-lla tw-t, bring her to a pimp
livin’ like a king, bought the b-tch a lil spot north beach, i’m a real p
you a house n-gga, puttin’ all your money on the gram n-gga
my money so long can’t fit in a picture
but still lookin’ like a regular n-gga
just in case money (sh-t)
buy a lake money
beat the case money
real estate money (good job)
make sure my son straight money (yeehee)
i’m lovin’ how that new jag run it
you the type of n-gga buy that b-tch a bag but tell her gotta keep the tag on it
six hour flight, touch down hawaii, know i had to get the car service
snuck a half on the airplane, that good kush, good job berner
four straps on me, that’s four burners, i’m a road runner
ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy

[outro]
i ain’t finna have the ho int he show givin’ out no blow
i’m on snapchat though, but i swear to god though
i’m kickin’ it with my grandson though
really though really though
i’ma let that go (sock it to me)
and everything, sock it to me, lil bitty b-tch, you under-
good job 1st

- larry june lyrics

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