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larry league – shop til you drop lyrics

[verse 1: senseiatl]
i just took your b-tch, michael jordan how i’m scorin’
stay g-ssed up like my foreign i be floorin’
stuntin’ like i’m justin, might fuck up the club one time
hundreds in my pocket, but you know i keep a dime
i don’t work at nike but i got that check on me
heating up the streets, i keep that heat right next to me
bag a opp but throw the trash up in the dump
flexing all the time hulk hogan with the pump

[verse 2: randy]
smoking on that dope like it’s ’72
i got purple on me, yung randy a bruise
came up out the fucking dirty give a fuck ’bout your views
randy burns yung boi, y’all ain’t got a blues clue
i be countin’ blue benjis, while i sip on this henny’
while i’m drivin’ in the hemi, give a fuck about living
“larry! larry!” all these b-tches screaming at me
y’all all sleeping randy count money, i can’t fuck with no sheep
ain’t no denim yeah randy balmain (ball mane!)
freezer on my neck it gon’ keep evolving
p-ss your hoes around like a d-mn auction
yeah randy boy the one like it was a drawing

[verse 3: larry]
too much in my pocket so i stash it in the closet
i just took your bag and you know i went shoppin’
what ya working with? i’m counting dirty bread
lit off of percocets, i can’t get worried yet
we don’t talk to idiots, you can ask my ar
i know my yung boi got my back he waiting in the car
dumb swag pack, he want his bag back
i wish i could but i need a couple racks

- larry league lyrics

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