| Keep the hammer like I’m Bob the Builder
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| But I’m never building nothing (Oh no!)
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| I don’t really got a preference
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| Do the papers, Woods, or the Dutches (Yes Lord!)
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| Hit him from a distance, he didn’t even know
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| I seen the nigga coming (Gawd!)
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| Aye, this the injunction
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| Take my advice
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| Aye, this a premonition
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| I might can save your life
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| Quit acting like a bitch
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| And if you send the pack, don’t send it overnight
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| Triple beam scale, these packs ain’t light
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| Five Ps in a, 45 ghost with the light
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| Sippin Jeremy got me feeling right
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| Twenty bands for my new ice
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| I don’t trust the bitch at all
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| On the low these bitches sucking pipe
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| Out of mind, nigga out of sight
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| Out of sight, nigga out of mind
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| Said the same shit two times
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| Still the hardest nigga on the mic
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| Your bitch hit my DM tonight
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| Clean my rims, then I hit the block
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| Fucking 'round with the Taylor Gang
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| God damn, I got too high
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| 20 bands in my skinny jeans
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| So I gotta pack the big chop
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| Gross income 200k, never had a rap check in my life
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| I don’t ever trust niggas
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| Half of 'em fuck niggas
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| Hit my phone 30 times mad cause I never ever fuck with 'em
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| That’s signs of a hoe, bruh
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| You mad, cause you broke, huh?
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| I ain’t even write this
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| It’s all off the dome, huh?
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| Let’s see how many niggas try to jack the flow, huh
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| I know you niggas watching
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| House nigga on the internet posting choppers
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| I just made a hundred thousand
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| Living good, eating Thai food, on the island
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| Chillin' with a lttle stallion
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| I’m the motherfucking greatest, if you feel you better
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| Nigga we can see about it
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| You punk bitch, wanna hate and shit
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| You ain’t even got your nails did
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| You don’t even got a whip, bitch
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| Watch your mouth, talking to a pimp
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| Drinking coffee, peeping real estate
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| Get it cheaper, heard the market rising
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| Take the equity and start a business
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| Drink a lot of water, watch your diet
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| I’m at Barney’s spending hella dollars
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| Saint Laurent, and the new Givenchy
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| I don’t fall in love with a bop
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| Fuck her twice and then I make her swallow
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| I a four door scrape hotbox God damn oh my gawd
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| Aye sweetie, hand me that asthma pump please, thank you
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| A nigga can’t even breathe, help
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| Hella on
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| Smoking strong
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| Two phones
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| Two homes
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| Aye, homes
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| What you need?
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| I gotta pack
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| God damn
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| Chopper hit him
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| Automatic
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| Niggas actors, movie script
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| Cinematic, chopper snatch ya
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| You a bitch
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| Run that
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| Had to switch it up, cause the beat dropped
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| With a Puerto Rican, getting big top
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| Spent a pretty penny for my wrist watch
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| Niggas hustin' backwards like criss cross
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| I’m the biggest boss since Rick Ross
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| Got some niggas that’ll knock your wrist off
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| For that Rolex, that you flexing on 'em
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| God damn Sledgren, you’re doing good
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| Getting high playing Xbox, Balmain hoodie
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| I ain’t stressed out
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| Young nigga just got knocked down
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| So it’s time to bring them fuckin' techs out
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| Hit the pack with the knife
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| Let him taste it if he wanna
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| If he want it, then I bring the rest out
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| I might take a trip down to Pittsburgh
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| Just to tell my nigga Sledgren, «Good Job!» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Larry's Freestyle, artist - Larry June. Album song Sock It to Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп