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    Lyrics Chlöe, Future – Cheatback

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    Chlöe, Future – Cheatback (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    I’m not gonna cry anymore
    I’m not gonna wait up at night
    I’m not gonna answer your calls
    Whenever you’re down
    I’m not gonna bleach your clothes
    I’m not gonna do you like that
    What I really, really want
    Is to cheat back (Cheat back)

    Find another boo from the hood with some tats
    Give him what’s yours, show him I can throw it back
    Maybe then, baby, you’ll know how to act, huh
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) If I cheat back (Cheat back)
    Send him new pics in that outfit you like
    Say I’m with my girls while he spendin’ the night
    Maybe then, baby, you’ll know how to act, huh
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) If I cheat back

    Pullin’ a you on you (You)
    That’s what I wanna do (Do)
    Huh, I know you wouldn’t like that (Baby)
    If I cheat back, huh

    And I’ma ride it like a rodeo
    He taught me some new tricks, I’ll add that to my portfolio, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
    I might even make a video
    And if you ever see it, you’ll be sicker than polio
    Damn (Damn), ‘cause cryin’ ain’t work for you (Yeah, yeah)
    Nothin’ ain’t work for you (Yeah)
    So the best thing for me to do
    As soon as you finish, might just stop cryin’ (Stop cryin’)

    Don’t you feel bad? (Yeah) Don’t you feel sad?
    It’s the same thing, make love, not revenge (Love, not revenge)
    Shawty finally found herself (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back)
    Fuckin’ on someone else
    You’re mad, girl, your heart still here
    I could’ve spied it, the cameras and the crew (Crazy)
    I inspired you, it is what is is (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back)
    That’s my lil twin I see
    Till I win I see, gettin’ revenge, I see (Righteous)
    A twin I see, my little twin, I see
    The beauty of you, that’s what do it for me (What do it for me)
    No one above you, girl, you’re the best (Best)
    Should’ve never let you down, feelin’ embarrased
    Temptation haunting me, like you’ve never imagined (You say that now)
    Have some compassion on me, it’s all genetic
    I wanna know exactly what happened
    Baby, if I cheat back

    Find another boo from the hood with some tats
    Give him what’s yours, show him I can throw it back
    Maybe then, baby, you’ll know how to act, huh
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) If I cheat back (Cheat back)
    Send him new pics in that outfit you like (Yeah)
    Say I’m with my girls while he spendin’ the night (Yeah)
    Maybe then, baby, you’ll know how to act
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) If I cheat back

    I was never good enough for you
    You say you don’t believe in monogamy
    The games you play, monopoly
    You lie too much, you’re tryin’ me
    The dick was good, it blinded me
    You can fuck another girl, she’ll never be a half of me
    See my eyes, I turn around, you ain’t ‘bout to make me shout
    I’ma call a homie, he gon’ be in me for another hour
    Baby, pour another round, callin’ for another round
    I’ma drink you out my system, never lonely, I’ma cheat back

    Find another boo from the hood with some tats
    Give him what’s yours, show him I can throw it back
    Maybe then, baby, you’ll know how to act, huh
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) Oh, if I cheat back
    Send him new pics in that outfit you like
    Say I’m with my girls while he spendin’ the night
    Baby, you’ll know how to act
    (Cheat, cheat, cheat, cheat back) If I cheat back

    Ah, don’t you feel better
    Ah, not this again, make love, not revenge
    Ah, yeah
    Cheatin’ on you as soon as you finish, might just stop cryin’
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    Lyrics Chlöe – Worried

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    Chlöe – Worried (Official Visualizer) Lyrics

    I’m not worried, worried, worried, worried
    I’m not worried
    Metro
    Why you worried? Why you worried?
    Why you worried? Why you worried? Ooh
    I’ma love me better at the end of the night

    I think it’s funny, funny how you fall up for me
    Check up on it, give me yo’ money, money
    And watch me run it up
    You actin’ funny, funny, is like you love me, love me
    You talkin’ big in public, but is you big enough?
    You give me all the tension, but what ‘bout all them bitches
    Might find a reason [?] you ain’t a man to hold
    Stop gettin’ so offended, you hear, but you don’t listen
    My favorite part ‘bout business is when you mind your own

    Do you worry ‘bout me? Worried
    I’m not worried, you not worthy
    Oh, you hurt me, don’t desert me
    ‘Cause I’ma love me better at the end of the night
    Why you worried? (You worried) Don’t be worried (You worried)
    I’m not worried (Not worried), you not worthy (Not worthy)
    Oh, you hurt me (You hurt me), don’t desert me (Desert me)
    ‘Cause I’ma love me better at the end of the night

    I’ve been busy, why can’t you hit me, you selfish
    ‘Cause you know I stick up and ride like that
    Specially when you lock in, you actin’ real hurtin’
    Just tryna feel somethin’, I don’t would like that
    One time in your lifetime, go swallow your pride
    This year, it been bad, I’m just tryin’ to live life
    If you spend all the time you spend on me on yourself
    Then you’ll get peace of mind, you could be somebody else

    I’m over here, doin’ so well
    So, so (So)

    Why you worried ‘bout me? Worried
    I’m not worried, you not worthy
    Oh, you hurt me, don’t desert me
    ‘Cause I’ma love me better at the end of the night (Oh)
    Why you worried? (You worried) Don’t be worried (You worried)
    I’m not worried (Not worried), you not worthy (Not worthy)
    Oh, you hurt me (You hurt me), don’t desert me (Desert me)
    ‘Cause I’ma love me better at the end of the night

    No, don’t disturb me, baby
    (I’ma love me better at the end of the night)
    I love me better, I love me better than you ever did (Oh)
    I love me better than you ever did (Oh)
    Oh, know I’ma love me better at the end of the night

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    Lyrics Larry June & The Alchemist – Solid Plan (feat. Action Bronson)

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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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    Lyrics Larry June & The Alchemist – Margie’s Candy House

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    Larry June & The Alchemist – Margie’s Candy House (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    Man
    Shit, damn (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Mmm, uh
    Al, turn me up
    Mmm, man, uh
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

    Started out at Riverdale, moms flew me from the Bay
    When I was young, used to hate it and grew up, then I thanked her
    Far away from my pops, thinkin’ ‘bout that gray McLaren
    I can shed a tear on these tracks, you wouldn’t understand it
    Gramps had the candy house, Margie’s on Harbor Road
    Still eat me up inside that I missed her funeral
    I know she lookin’ down on me while I’m in this 5.0 (Shit remind me of the old days)
    I can’t lie, man, my mind gone
    I was in a dark place, went hard and found a way (Found a way)
    Livin’ out them motels (Motels), cold nights on the blade (I knew that life wasn’t for me)
    But still I took a chance
    Twelve hours on the interstate, then profit ten bands
    Calculate another dub, back then, my goal was a hundred
    Had to the hit the ground runnin’
    Prayin’ they don’t hit the spot
    I was goin’ through a lot
    It was nights I would cry
    Probably why I push this black ‘Rari down the I-5
    What’s happenin’?

    Real niggas never quit (Damn)
    Real niggas play the game, but got goals to go legit (For real)
    Real niggas stay on ten (Real niggas stay on ten, for real)
    Run that back
    Real niggas never quit (Yeah)
    Real niggas play the game, but got goals to go legit (Legit)
    Real niggas stay on ten (For real, uh, Al, what’s happenin’?)
    Ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

    Yeah, I made it out the streets but still gotta watch my back
    Road runnin’, touch down safe, then I set up trap
    Thinkin’ back, fresh out of jail, but I had the map
    I had a plan, second day home, made a couple grand
    Pleasant Hill in a motel, pack vacuum sealed
    I was gettin’ rich in D.C. while you was crackin’ seals
    I don’t glamorize it though, I was prayin’ for a change
    Hit fifty burpees in the morning, then I board the plane (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

    Real niggas never quit (Damn)
    Real niggas play the game, but got goals to go legit (For real)
    Real niggas stay on ten (Real niggas stay on ten, for real)
    Run that back
    Real niggas never quit (Yeah)
    Real niggas play the game, but got goals to go legit (Legit)
    Real niggas stay on ten (For real, uh)

    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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    Lyrics Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$ & Curren$y – Barragán Lighting

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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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    Lyrics Larry June, The Alchemist & Wiz Khalifa – What Happened To The World?

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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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    Lyrics Larry June, The Alchemist & Slum Village – Orange Village

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    Larry June, The Alchemist & Slum Village – Orange Village (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    [Larry June:]
    Make sure them seats first class
    Yeah
    (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

    Takin pictures overseas, money hittin’ my account
    Old school’s tucked away, might be time to bring ‘em out
    Bentayga in the cut with the touchscreen ooh wow
    Might take a drive to Monterrey to go and cool out
    I got old money for real and some new guap
    I had to separate from a few, they movin’ too hot
    So much money on my schedule, I ain’t got time
    Out in Detroit eatin’ fruit with a top model
    Coupe, no rims, we some gentleman (Dang)
    We got many M’s, don’t belittle him
    Hit the steam room and then I talk percentages
    Orange juice and a bagel, I got different businesses (Keep going)
    I did it all, no assist, who went hard like this?
    I want the ‘Rari, drop six, nigga (Drop six, nigga)
    I paid cash for the- (Yeah)
    Got the deed for the- (Yeah)
    You just thought I had
    Come on, you know I’m smarter than that
    I hit the booth and then I slaughter the track
    You niggas gotta relax
    Look, I do this shit in my sleep
    It’s just normal, you can keep the receipts, my nigga, what’s happening?

    Livin’, workin’, tryin’ for a better day
    You should roll with me, you can be my bae
    Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
    Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’ll make it work, work
    You can see it in my eyes, I didn’t come to play
    Yeah, yeah, oh, oh

    [T-3:]
    Woke up in the morning, I was yawning, caught a bottleneckin’
    Wrote a record, hopped up in the shower, thank Allah for blessin
    Dot connector, I be manifestin’, had to apply the pressure
    Sent for Tesla, always with the best, just had to break for breakfast
    Slave through trife, game of Tetris, little effort
    Curbside service on bourbon from the higher crevice
    Upper echelon, I done rose from the lower don
    So I focus on gettin’ sums, I’ma grow the funds
    Let me move along

    [Young RJ:]
    Movin’ right along, I’m a don, slingin’ verses, poems
    Call me Diddy Combs, I’m a bad boy from the slums
    Slid to the store, had a masseuse, baby blonde
    I was introduced to somethin’ exlcuse’ avion
    Might hit a lick, set in the mix, itchy palms
    Money comin’ quick, lighter the risk, heavy on
    Gotta keep it on me, sunny and stormy, I’m Man at Arms
    Master of the universe, pen a verse, then I’m gone

    [Larry June:]
    Livin’, workin’, tryin’ for a better day
    You should roll with me, you can be my bae
    Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
    Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’ll make it work, work
    You can see it in my eyes, I didn’t come to play
    Yeah, yeah, oh, oh

    [Outro:]
    Slidin’ through the trench and shit
    Fuck around, tossed a motherfuckin’ mink on, you know what I mean?
    It’s a nice-ass day, ayy
    And when you the good kind, it come back every time
    Straight up
    Man, Slum Village
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    I had to get the fuck out of Dodge
    The spot got hit
    The only person I can think of is Jorge
    He can make all this disappear
    Bro, I can’t believe this shit
    Fuck

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    Lyrics Larry June, The Alchemist & Jay Worthy – Éxito

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    Larry June, The Alchemist & Jay Worthy – Éxito (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    The, uh, infestation of diamonds
    I was an influencer
    I’m a hustler
    You know? Uh, I feel like a guy with quality in my life
    And I feel that, uh-

    Slow motion, hoes strollin’ where they smoke potion
    Ashy sherm heads runnin’ naked like it’s no lotion
    I hit the hood and play the part, this shit was dry like it’s no ocean
    On the PCH, I make a right and then I hit Ocean
    Pop in and I say “What up?” to Al, it’s been a long moment
    Lost focus, readjust my lens, now my 4s coastin’
    ’88 5.0 like my horse smokin’
    Fishtailin’, I be in the wind like my ship sailin’
    I be off the grid, that’s how I live, that’s where I’ve been lately
    Ben Franklin, he was always bool, he bought me steak dinners
    Walkin’ through the grass and lose your life, that’s where the snakes slither
    Ten toes on the pavement, real player like my name etched in (Woah)
    No Etch-a-Sketchin’, hangin’ was my main profession
    Gang injunctions, God just sent me bullets and a prison sentence
    Feel my praises when I hit the room, I be real respected
    And I be in the hood with all the homies like I never left ‘em

    It’s real life Worthy, you know what I’m sayin’?
    P Worthy, the street legend, you know what I mean?
    Gotta stay solid, gotta stay in it
    No bake shit, no yeast shit allowed, members only (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

    Shootin’ from the three, OT, vacuum sealin’ P’s
    Fresh game, steppin’ off the jet, think she Japanese
    Hercules, gettin’ off the weight with an urgency
    Me and Joey B back to back, thinkin’ GT3
    Dustin’ off my jersey ‘cause these hoes keep choosin’ me (Man)
    Peanut butter ragtop fifty, throwin’ up the P (Damn, keep goin’)
    Light skinned gurb, eatin’ fruit, I’m in D.C. (Man)
    Not in competition with a nigga, I’d rather make cheese (Uh)
    Started young, get it young, niggas just gotta believe
    Niggas be all in they feelings and ready to squeeze
    Cuffin’ on a punk rock, uh, that’s ready to leave
    I don’t want no beef with a nigga, I’m tryna succeed
    Take care of my seed (Man), Lamborghini keys (Damn)
    Midnight fleece (Keep goin’), white gold piece (Numbers)
    Rose gold set (Uh), a hundred K each (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

    Yeah, and I’m gon’ do numbers, baby
    Expensive toilet seats and shit, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
    And bitch, make sure you put them motherfuckin’ slippers on
    Good job
    Love you, baby
    Sock it to me
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    Lyrics Larry June, The Alchemist & Evidence – Left No Evidence

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    Larry June, The Alchemist & Evidence – Left No Evidence (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    [Intro: Larry June]
    You gon’ lose a lot of people when you better yourself
    Cold game
    We outside, though
    Numbers
    Ayy, ayy, uh, uh
    Numbers

    [Verse 1: Evidence]
    No second impression on first entrance
    Hits when I’m swingin’ for the fences (Gone)
    A lot of shit I did I didn’t mention
    A lot of shit I did for no credit and good intention
    A lot of shit that deaded friendship, uh
    Rappers basic, they lack imagination
    Backwards statements at me
    God blessed me for my acts of patience
    Roads that’s leaving home like all the train tracks to stations
    Ran through a string of queens, the king is back to aces (Back to aces)
    A dirty game but I’m an optimist
    When they say it’s all the same, I say the opposite
    Cook on the chopping block, crook if you choppin’ bricks
    Put it in reverse ‘til we fuckin’ first then watchin’ flicks
    Doin’ cocky shit like makin’ heat to floppy disks
    L.A. won’t let me rock no ice without a hockey stick (L.A., L.A.)
    Think sun and dirty oxygen, ain’t no boundaries boxin’ him
    And ain’t clockin’ out or clockin’ in
    [Verse 2: Larry June]
    I’m nasty, North Face with the rocket in it
    Half a (Uh) in my TUMI backpack, ‘bout to rock the shit (Numbers)
    Doin’ push-ups, I’m off the grid, clockin’ in
    Count a half a ticket, then I wash hands and pay some bills
    I walked in the room and I light it up (Light it up)
    And I ain’t even rock my ice today, it’s a cold summer
    (Lookin’ at this track enough, makin’ sure them loads comin’)
    You can keep the whole kitchen, nigga, just keep them bowls comin’
    Mind on a different mode, blow a hundred casual
    Invest a hundred casual, flip it to a hundred more
    I’ve been on ground patrol, tryna shake the black and white
    Chemist like Al in the kitchen when I whip the (Uh)
    Chops in the back seat, drop with the tan seats (Man)
    Nigga, don’t compare me (Nah), I be in my own league (Numbers)
    Project baby, made it out, took a better route
    Fuck the drought, niggas want steam, bring the irons out
    Lions out
    (Pay me somethin’ for low for this, check it out, uh)
    You niggas know the drill: you either get down or lay down
    Overseas base, SL coupe, no plates
    Blue tints in the FN match the blue face
    I’m too seasoned, push the F8 Spider for no reason
    I remember pushin’ somethin’ hot, had the touch of Jeezy
    It’s too easy, I’m cool breeze, a new season
    Too genius, niggas feel me, uh

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    Lyrics Larry June & The Alchemist – Turkish Cotton

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    Larry June & The Alchemist – Turkish Cotton (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
    Ayy, damn, uh
    Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy-ayy

    Man, deviated leather in this 911
    Bend a corner, I’m on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker
    Details, spent five hunnid for the salt shaker
    Las Vegas, at the crap table bettin’ big paper
    Courtside, mackin’ on a (Oh) in my Invisalign
    So many whips I cannot decide, check it out
    Do a couple numbers in the morning then I’m smashin’ out
    Havin’ more money than we having clout, what’s a drought?
    Keep it goin’?
    Streets sayin’ I’m the coldest out
    Press a little button, it’ll park itself, add me up
    Got a couple hustles on the side, pass a big cup
    Can’t put your eggs all in just one, ya hear me?
    Yeah, you got one but not this one, ya hear me?
    This about sixty G’s, dipped fresh, you hear me?
    (I don’t think you heard what I said)

    Thank you for them keys, baby
    Now I gotta run some errands
    But when I come back, please
    Have a nigga somethin’ cooked
    Yes, love
    You know I got you, baby
    Sock it to me, uh

    James Bond coupe with the ceramic brakes
    Out the way, eatin’ on these crumpets, but it’s sad to say
    Niggas hate, got six banks just to keep it safe
    Made this shit happen by myself, I ain’t ask for favors
    Thinkin’ ‘bout Seattle, I just might go out and golf with Jake
    You niggas be weak for these hoes, I be out the way
    Dom P, I done made millions with Sean C
    I done cashed out for the ‘Rari, nigga, no lease
    Not flexin’, just showin’ niggas that you can eat
    Nigga, I was just dead broke in 2017
    Merchandise, my nigga, you gotta keep the merchandise
    Work it right, get it to the people, push a hard line
    Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time
    Put ‘em on payroll, make sure yo’ taxes right

    (Ayy-ayy)
    Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time
    Put ‘em on payroll, make sure yo’ taxes right
    Make sure yo’ taxes right, numbers (Ayy-ayy)
    Alchemist, what’s happenin’? (Good job)

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