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larry league - ran sum lyrics

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[intro/chorus: larry]
ransom, ransom, show me all the loot (uhhey!)
issey miyake be the sweats, i’mma buy your d-mn suit (aye)
smokin’ boof, sellin’ boof like your uncle taught you to (huh)
windows tinted, roll backwoods, my b-tch like some solitude (okay)

[verse 1: senseiatl]
d-mn!
i feel like tony, dope and whips up in my mansion
b-tches on me, diamonds on me, and they dancin’ (and they dancin’)
ridin’ ’round zone two, and i’m servin’ zones (servin’)
twin glocks on me and they look like clones (like clones)
never trippin’ in the field, keep my field trip (never)
she want to go to vegas, that’s a bet lil’ b-tch (lil’ b-tch)
stone cold wrists, i’m flexin’ i ain’t wrestlin’ (wrists)
feelin’ like caine, i just hopped out like a menace (d-mn)

[verse 2: randy!]
if you put rocks up in your clock, you know they watch (know that they watch)
boy p-ssed off, i’m drinkin’ that drop, you might get dropped (you might get clapped)
i put a perc up in my soda, that sh-t a pop (that sh-t a pop)
molly [?], b-tch i’m booted up (i’m booted up)
i done f-cked fifty b-tches, man i’m screwin’ up (why you do that)
salute my grand mama and [?] (she f-ckin’ up there)
boy i know you hate how i came in (smooth)
smokin’ dope that be my fragrance (ooo)
i ain’t never took a vacation (no)
but the dope spicy, cajun (cajun)
i just pulled up to the westin, you in the days inn (you not flexin’)
boy you might be up in the gang, but you not stayin’ (boy you a peasant)
i might just switch up on you, you think that i’m playin’ (boy i’m not present)

[chorus: larry]
ransom, ransom, show me all the loot (uhhey!)
issey miyake be the sweats, i’mma buy your d-mn suit (aye)
smokin’ boof, sellin’ boof like your uncle taught you to (huh)
windows tinted, roll backwoods, my b-tch like some solitude (okay)

[verse 3: larry]
meet my machine, f-ckin’ me she extra clean (clean)
not only me, whole team got them hoe things (oh)
p-ss the rock it was incomplete (miss)
but i think i hit the lotto with this play fortunately
stuck up with them kids son, now you a sad dad (so sad)
not a holiday, know your -ss will get taxed (get taxed)
leavin’ saks fifth and i see ’em big math (money)
finna k!ll yourself over what somebody been had (uh)

- larry league lyrics

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