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Larry June, The Alchemist & Boldy James – Art Talk (Official Visualizer) Lyrics

Valais, five-star Michelin type shit, you know what I mean?
Sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened, you know what I mean?
Very peaceful, numbers
Al, what’s happenin’? Yeah

Five-star trap spot (Damn), same regions, Marriott (Check)
Art talk (Yeah), Basquiat, never see me (Numbers), out of luck (Yeah)
Real estate (Check), private stock, ceramic brakes (Uh), black drop (Yeah)
Got it off the black top (Yeah), curtains when the mag pops

These the best memories, millionaire tendencies (Damn)
Lemon squeeze, Jay-Z clean, James Bond, new machine (Numbers)
Reservation, book for three, choppin’ game, sippin’ tea (Check)
Hunnid G’s (Uh), new piece (Yeah), houses, offer Coca leaves (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Takin’ walks and shit (Takin’ walks and shit), birds jerkin’ (Birds jerkin’)
Juice sippin’ (Juice sippin’)
And bitch you know I’m goin’ through numbers (Numbers)
Check it out, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
All next summer, we pullin’ down on niggas
Aight, what’s poppin’ caramel? (Grr, do-do-do-do)
Yeah, that way, what else?

Them niggas that you told on, they just got released (Go home)
Blow so strong, the Pac-Man you feed
Snow cones in my masterpiece (Ayy), low pro rims factory
El Satchel Paige, what’s the fuckin’ verdict?
No more happy days, double cup on courage
Crabs in the barrel, he a fuckin’ Hermit
Younges snatchin’ chains, tell him tuck his turkish
‘Fore we catch his friend, hang him up and rob him
Have him tag his friend, everyday they post ‘em
Heavy plays in motion, ‘cause that broke nigga shit
A rub off on you quicker than some lotion
Never get upset or caught up in the motion (Yeah)
Fuckin’ bad bitches, from Detroit to Oakland
I tell all my hoes to CC with me (What else?)
You even cuttin’ checks with cars and commotion
New thunderclouds off the Prada jacket
You obtained these niggas, they’d proud of Jackson
Goin’ as a star, I’m a damn fashion
I’ll be Saks-Fifthin’, she be Donna Sacs-in’
Born ballin’, that’s a fun fact (Ayy)
I’ll be all enthrallin’ with the drum slappers, stuck in drug trafic
Told her daughter fiver, he a cornball, and you a crime snatcher
Hunnid strips in the four-door Hyundai
Can’t promise you it ain’t gon’ be no more gunplay (Skirt)
Always knew that I rolled up one day (For real)
Fuck a bitch, I don’t fuck on 1K
Al, June, it’s only two after noon
I already seen more paper than the mailroom
Cache it, tighten it, you got everything
Comin’ full circle under the pale moon, where we at with it?

Five-star trap spot (Damn), same regions, Marriott (Check)
Art talk (Yeah), Basquiat, never see me (Numbers), out of luck (Yeah)
Real estate (Check), private stock, ceramic brakes (Uh), black drop (Yeah)
Got it off the black top (Yeah), curtains when the mag pop
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Larry June & The Alchemist – Solid Plan (Official Visualizer) (feat. Action Bronson) Lyrics

Mhm
I did it all for the bankroll
All for the motherfuckin’ bankroll (Uh)

Like Carlos Slim, I’m doin’ numbers, makin’ it quick
Apollonia on my plate, quick weekend trip
Closin’ deals behind bulletproof tint
He probably did it, but nigga, not like this
In Mexico with a chemist at Four Seasons just chillin’
I might cop me some art, the architecture is different
We gotta play this shit smart, we in a whole ‘nother region
Niggas didn’t believe it until I gave ‘em a reason
Stash spot in the trap house, I’m unpluggin’ the freezer
Residue on the counter, I’m callin’ my house Keebler
Bankroll on the nightstand, I’m cleanin’ my sneakers
I need that Lamborghini yacht thang for the season (I need it)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

The streets don’t love you, nigga, get some bread
Stop complainin’ my nigga, go hard instead
Invest in yourself, fuck what they said (Fuck what they said)
You can accomplish anything with a solid plan

Special Queens shit
You already know, you already know
(Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
It’s me, it’s me (Uh, with a solid plan)
How many more things you want me to stay? (Damn) Huh?
(Check) It’s me (Ayy, ayy, with a solid plan) Uh

Sunk in the seat, Sopranos, season three (Uh)
Your bitch don’t even know how to season meat
(What a fuckin’ shame)
I’m in a brand new Cherokee, I don’t worry about freezing sleet (Nope)
Sneeze in the face of your Jesus piece (Ha)
My brother Teddy made the fleece I’m wearin’ (Uh)
Now they got AI that could turn me into A.I. (Iverson)
Motherfuckin’ NBA Live (Uh-huh)
Guns N’ Roses in the five CD changer in every single one of my F5’s
Bitch, I’m a top ten scholar (Uh-huh)
But you know, I did it all for the nookie (The what?)
The nookie (Uh-huh)
The dopefiend’s jacket said “Cookies” (Cookies)
And I could tell by how he moved his rook he was a rookie (Uh)
She hid the Mickey Mantle ball inside of her big pussy (Damn)
1952, it was the rookie (It was)
I cried when Tony killed Pussy (I did)
But that’s what happens when you go against the family (Uh)
You’ve been handled handily (Uh)
We Italian men in the bow of the boat hammer squeezin’ (Ah)
Sleep with the manatees (Uh)
Shit, man (Uh), it’s me (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

You can accomplish anything with a solid plan
(Solid plan, solid plan, solid plan, damn, check, ayy, ayy, ayy)
With a solid plan (Solid plan, solid plan, solid plan)

(I know) Yeah, you know, this shit normal, know’m’sayin’?
Look around, shit, donuts and shit
Whole lotta shit goin’ on around this motherfucker

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Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$ & Curren$y – Barragán Lighting (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Uh
Damn
Man, what up Bad?

We in May, in need of lobster and it’s fresh out the dock (Sure)
I’m like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on, let that dry (Uh)
Y’all too worried ‘bout bein’ validated, my nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just made another play and pulled off on the yacht
I’m headin’ to Spain, everything was a Éxito
So after this, I’m boardin’ the plane (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I’m high off life, I’m takin’ international flights
I like that, then I’m coppin’ it twice
I’m in the bag countin’ somethin’ precise (Uh)
I get a load, then I’m wrappin’ it right
Tuck spot with the bar gone light
I spent thousands on different collages
Street smart, I ain’t make it to college
Like the mafia, I’m movin’ in silence
Saint Tropez, I’m checkin’ my pocket
Daytona clock and at the dot, trackin’ these boxes, uh (Uh)

Out-foxin’ the devil, I’m on another level
Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon
This a slight flex, if I stretch your arm, ring the alarm
I don’t mean no harm, kiss the ring and bless the Don
Microphone in my hand, like a napalm in my palm
If you put me in the jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam
Catch me under palm trees, chillin’ somewhere in San Juan
With a bad jawn on my arm, fallin’ victim to my charm
Must have heard I’m ballin’ like a larger one
Like the richest man in Babylon, hate this Babylon
They don’t love you ‘til you dead and gone, then it’s said and done
Word is bond, so I keep it movin’, gotta carry on
Real relax, hunnid rack stash in the Cavaillon
First class with the champagne glass of sittin’ calm
Pray to God, I travel long and I make it home
Born alone, die alone, but I can never say I did this all on my own

The helicopter landin’ on the ranch, woke me up
Hella loud, startlin’ my cows, all my livestock
Rollin’ my power Versace to my socks
There’s room like a quilt comfort, cozy pillow top (Cozy pillow top)
I ain’t so soft though, don’t get it twisted, bro
It’s killers out, colors go after cane when it’s in the drought (When it’s in the drought)
Super sad, cheer myself up, I bought a S-Class
Hardtop and a rack, yeah, bitch, I’m that mad (Bitch, I’m that mad)
Park it with the others, I touch it one day, I’m sure I love it (I bet)
’98 Defender, Landrover Discover
My discography could buy all of it (All of it)
All the biography, one cold motherfucker
Don’t come close, don’t touch it
(Don’t come close, don’t touch it, I know what’s best, my brother)

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

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Larry June, The Alchemist & Wiz Khalifa – What Happened To The World? (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
[Intro: Larry June]
This my last move and I’m gone
I ain’t tryna come back for twenties, no more
Tired of chasin’ these motherfuckin’ pennies (Ssh, ssh, ssh)
I’m tryna get a real number from the bag (Ssh)
This might go crazy, stay (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)

[Verse 1: Larry June]
Saks Fifth pillows on the plane, thinkin’ better days
Did a lotta shit in my life, but I never changed
Two-hunnid for the Patek (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy), and it’s all plain (Numbers)
Two-point seven for the crib, and it’s all paid
And niggas get a lil’ bit of fame, start actin’ strange
Just because I showed a lil’ love, it don’t mean you gain (It don’t mean you gain)
Just because I showed a lil’ lovе, it don’t mean you gain (Gain)
I’m still wakin’ up joggin’, plottin’ somethin’ big (Nice)
Housе with the nice garden, ‘bout to make it real
Rarely got time to chill (Man), check my email, then I close another deal (Deal)
White Roll (Check), art pieces in the crib (Crib)
I know I’m gettin’ a little bread, but it’s a lot bigger (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)
And knowin’ where I came from, that’s a lot different (Lot different)
First to do it how I did it, but they never mention it (Never mention it)
Sellin’ out cross-country, no agent still (No agents)
You just made a fake page, I just made a ‘Mill
We get chilly for real, I’m talkin’ nights alone
I’m talkin’ tears of joy, knowin’ we made it back home, what’s happenin’?
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man, what happened to the world? (Man, what happened to the world?)
Man, what happened to the world? (Man, what happened to the world?)
Man, what happened to the—
Only thing on my mind is I know I gotta— (Know I gotta—)
Know I gotta— (Know I gotta—), know I gotta— (Know I gotta—)
Know I gotta— (Get this money), know I gotta— (Make it flip)
Know I gotta— (And never trip, what’s happenin’?)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa & Larry June]
Black rugs in the white Rolls, keep my glass full and my eyes closed
Poppin’ tags off clothes, takin’ flights domestic and international
Quit actin’ like assholes, we all got cash to blow
Last week, I made so much, I can’t speak on it (Speak on it)
Tell your assisstant hit my people if you wanna link (You wanna link)
Celebratin’ our wins when we put up our drinks (Put up our drinks)
Not your ordinary niggas that come up where we come from
Made our own code, now our cars come with sports mode (Sports mode)
Lotta bumps in the road, marijuana gotta be rolled
Lotta money, but my family’s what I care about most (Care about most)
And friends talkin’ business plans, makin’ toasts (Makin’ toasts)
Comin’ up with ways that I could get my hands in (My hands in)
Won’t settle, I need answers (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy)
I’m on some do-it-first and ask-questions-after
I’m on some movie shit, but I ain’t cast with no actors
Lightin’ doobies up and passin’
Doin’ numbers, and makin’ magic (Oh-oh-oh)
[Chorus: Larry June]
Man, what happened to the world? (Man, what happened to the world?)
Man, what happened to the world? (Man, what happened to the world?)
Man, what happened to the—
Only thing on my mind is I know I gotta— (Know I gotta—)
Know I gotta— (Know I gotta—), know I gotta— (Know I gotta—)
Know I gotta— (Get this money), know I gotta— (Make it flip)
Know I gotta— (And never trip)

[Refrain: Larry June]
I know this game can get so hard, hold on
Just keep goin’, my nigga (Keep goin’, my nigga)
No matter what, you gotta aim for the stars
Hold on, just keep goin’, my nigga (Keep goin’, my nigga)
You never know you might make it so far, hold on
Just keep goin’, my nigga (Keep goin’, my nigga)
Know I gotta— (Get this money), know I gotta— (Make it flip)
Know I gotta— (And never trip, what’s happenin’?)

[Outro]
And, the other house looks
During, uh, appeared a bad part in my life
And I feel that I, uh, uh, I was influenced by the flicy glamour
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