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larry june - highway 5 chronicles lyrics

[intro]
tryin to get this motherf+ckin’ bag, man
you n+ggas don’t even know the half of this sh+t, for real
ayy, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i done took a lot of l’s, i don’t lost good hoes
i done f+cked up off the trap on four’s
but i’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe
went broke, bounced back, bought matchin’ beamers
sellin’ cristina, i feel like i’m dreamin’
but i’ve never been a hoe, never been a hoe
never been a hoe, never been a hoe, never been a hoe

[verse 1]
on my way to santa rosa, i’m stressin’ off bad
white b+tch in my passenger, forkin’ the cash
only thing on my mind is i gotta make it out
sh+t wasn’t really for me, i started writin’ raps
‘bout the sh+t that i’m dealin’ with on daily basis
hotel to hotels, rentals to vegas
how i f+cked up the trap, then pleasant hills saved me
eight hunid a day for two weeks, went crazy
this around the time when i copped the 650 (copped the 650)
trunk full of red bottoms, pocket full of twenties
i had a square b+tch that i loved for real (loved for real)
but the game – i couldn’t give it up for real (i couldn’t give it up)
got addicted to the b+tches, money, and calls (money and calls)
i never did a scam, paid cash for all (paid cash for all)
i’m him, and everythin’ i say is legit (check)
movin’, groovin’, keepin’ it lit (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
what’s hannin’?

[verse 2]
woke up in the mornin’ and made me some tea
(made me some tea)
bought the b+tch a rollie for no d+mn reason (no d+mn reason)
mackin’ (mackin’), it’s levels to this sh+t (sh+t)
you can’t just take, gotta elevate the b+tch (numbers)
my b+tch rock chanel and the latest dior (dior)
[?] fieldtrips, we can hit for sure
we used to hit benihana’s four times in a week (week)
five+thousand dollars in my true religion jeans (jeans)
beastin’ (mobbin’), i had a spot at the meridian (meridian)
punk b+tch keyed my car, i was trippin’
well, f+ck it, i went and made that claim (made that claim)
i came up and repainted the whole thang
then, i bought some shoes, then hit the blade (hit the blade)
i parked my sh+t outside of mason café (mason café)
i’m havin’ some thoughts (havin’ some thoughts)
i’m thinkin’ ‘bout the game (thinkin’ ‘bout the game)
and how sh+t prolly ain’t gon’ ever be the same

[outro]
man
and b+tch, i can’t make this sh+t up, f+ck you mean?
you know i’m sayin’?
every real n+gga gon’ feel this, off top
and shout out to them real b+tches too, straight up
numbers
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
good job
cardo, what’s hannin’?
cruise usa
straight to that bag

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