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larry june – healthy lyrics

[intro: larry june]
godd-mn
good job 1st

[verse 1: larry june]
get your money up and then you go to war (err, err, err)
tell it like sons of anarchy, biker boy (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
wrist on ten, did it again (yeehee, yeehee)
i might never ever smoke a swish again
bust-bust-bust-bustdown rollie, spent
ask my jeweler (racks n-gga)
orange face on it got a n-gga dancing stupid
i wonder how it feel to make a million off of music (god)
the most underrated (ayy b-tch, hand me that uzi)
six bags for the chanel bag, she be swaggin’
balenciaga croptop, goin’ crazy
drop-top, two bops, a mercedes
b-tch stpo, don’t play, gotta pay me (yeehee, yeah baby)
going through the pain, barely see the gain
hit it when i can, f-ck the rap game

[chorus: larry june]
healthy n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
trap, trap n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

[verse 2: jazz cartier]
always on the job, bentley or the mas’
first i take my girl to yoga then i take her to the spa
b-tch i’m from toronto, ain’t n0body switchin’ sides
gordon ramsay in the kitchen when i’m whippin’ up a pie
i got two types of hoes, fried chickens and the salads
a stripper and a regular, i gotta keep the blanace
i’m posted up in bali’s with a chick i met from dallas
she said cuzzi how come you nothing like all these other rappers?
first off baby i exfoliate
if your rollie fake i do not -ssociate
told my agent up the price, don’t negotiate
no no no, i’m no m-sseuse baby, but i do do facials (jacuzzi)

[chorus: larry june]
healthy n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
trap-trap n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

[verse 3: larry june]
i just bought another rollie ’cause i wanted one (godd-mn)
they try to rob me (sh-t), i keep the forty (yes lord)
lemon squeeze, glock tucked in my b-tch bag
that’s a birkin (ayy), my pockets swollen
i got-i got model hoes (sh-t), i got normals (godd-mn)
hit it from the back, make a p-rno (yes lord)
i’m that n-gga (real me), i’m that guy (yeehee)
i missed your cup, i was high (sorry sweetie)
i got neck at benihanas (ayy ayy ayy)
she said she wanna suck it (yeehee), she was honest (good job)
i sent that b-tch to trader joes for some saké (saké)
she chose up, yeah i got her (yes lord, sock it to me)
ayy ayy ayy

[chorus: larry june]
healthy n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
trap n-gga
fast cars, weed smoke
bad b-tches, yeah i got ’em by the flock
she want a healthy n-gga
she want a healthy n-gga
ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy

- larry june lyrics

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