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Larry June & Cardo – Let Me Know (Lyrics) Letra Larry June Larry June & Cardo – Let Me Know ( Lyrics )

how you doing
baby I know you
heard I know you heard a whole lot done
change huh good job you probably feel
like you should have made a better
decision but it’s all
good you can still call tap in I wonder
do you still got that chain with your
name on it the one that I bought you
around took you around the world
couple times I’m show you better living
baby girl you never meet a niggaer like
me a lot of [ __ ] changed money got way
bigger real estate out the way all my
whips on fle now I ride around by myself
to se got respect there where I go cuz
I’m a real G I remember when you first
took that flight the first thing I
noticed was that beautiful smile it’s
your birthday today I S some roses to
your crib I ain’t really have to but
[ __ ] you know my sty now [ __ ] Solo in
this Grand Nash you can always call me
you ain’t got to ass I don’t got too
many friends but I got cash hitting it
from the gripping on that man I like
your style it’s so unique maybe we
should link up sometime next week chill
for a minute grab something eat let a
[ __ ] know let a [ __ ] [ __ ] [ __ ] I’mma
scoop you from the airport in it’s drop
I’mma make a reservation sometime around
n let a niggaer know love
I wonder do you still got that house out
the way with the two car garage us to
let me par the I was on some whole other
[ __ ] back then had to hit it with the
game like CH on the a lot of [ __ ] change
I don’t even [ __ ] around just keep you
around that really [ __ ] with me Pockets
got big in my crib did too got a spot
out the way with a view you wouldn’t
believe I remember when I first took you
to eat first thing I said baby got hella
St it’s your birthday today I said some
roses to your office I ain’t really have
to but [ __ ] you know my sty around town
you ain’t got a man if you free next
week we should make PL I never thought
that I feel this way again now I’m
hitting it from gripping on the dance I
like your style it’s so unique maybe we
should link up sometime next week chill
for a minute grab
something let a [ __ ] know love let a
[ __ ] know let a [ __ ] love let a [ __ ]
I’mma scoop you from the airport and
it’s drop I’mma make a reservation
sometime around let a [ __ ] know [ __ ]
no
d man nice
sh nice
sh
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Larry June & Cardo – Chops On The Blade ( Lyrics ) Letra Larry June Larry June & Cardo – Chops On The Blade ( Lyrics )
Numbers nigga
Trap
Man
Stack
Uh
Mack
Cardo
Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

I’m reaching in my mothafuckin’ pocket (In my pocket)
5 g’s cash and a modified wop (Yeah)
I’m picking up this bitch I’m in Sac (I’m in Sac)
Bonafide snow guarantee to make dollars (Yeah)
It’s only two bitches that I like (That I like)
A trappin’ ass hoe and a square to keep it solid (Uh)
These niggas too worried about niggas (About niggas)
Bitch I just made a 50 ball last night
I’m ridin’ in my 5.easy (Skrt)
I’m sliding through the point, so I’m grippin’ on this G
Saw a black 650 it was Stevie (Stevie Mack)
I say what’s happenin’ with my nigga, you can call me if you need me (Yeah)
I got a lil light skin bitch from the Rich’ (Rich’)
I told her off the rip look I’m not having kids (Nah)
It’s way too much fuckin’ money to get (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
You know the bitch is outta pocket still payin’ the rent
But I be

Trap, trappin’ like a mothafucka (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Stack, nigga stackin’ like a mothafucka (Man)
Mack, nigga mackin’ like a mothafucka (Good job)
Like a mothafucka (Damn)
Like a mothafucka (Yeah)

Trap, trappin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Stack, stackin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Mack, nigga mackin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Like a mothafucka (Yeah)
Like a mothafucka

I’m dippin’ with Venus and Serena
Chocolate, but make more than Christina
Knocked her’, served the P a subpoena (Man)
Wildin’, sideways in the Beamer
JCat, caught her humpin on Peter
Maybach, I think I sort of, kind of need it (Good job)
Wayback, I was slidin’ with Nina (Nina)
Hit it from the back, smack, smack on demon

Meet me on the hill, I got hubbas for the lowski (Lowski)
I’m bussin’ hella knocks and my right pocket bulky
I told her like this if you know me then you owe me (Good job)
You all in your feelings ‘cause a lil bitch on me (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
My XD a 9, this recipe is mine
I light it up, recline (Recline)
Ain’t bout money? Decline (Decline)
I’m M’d up I’m fine (Fine)
Nigga HP my side (Side)
Nigga hate me, don’t mind (Mind)
Cause I’m knee deep in the mob
Cause I be

Trap, trappin’ like a mothafucka
Stack, nigga stackin’ like a mothafucka
Mack, nigga mackin’ like a mothafucka (Good job)
Like a mothafucka (Cardo)
Like a mothafucka

Trap, trappin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Stack, stackin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Mack, nigga mackin’ like a mothafucka (Yeah, yeah)
Like a mothafucka (Yeah)
Like a mothafucka

Aye aye aye aye
Yeah nigga
It’s zero miles on the dash nigga
Rollin’ up on pink slips and shit
Numbers nigga
Niggas thought this shit was over, that shit funny as hell nigga
And a bitch out of pocket nigga, you better quit playing with me
Nigga this the night shift
You know what I’m talking about?
Numbers
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Sh sh sh
Man uh
Damn
Numbers
Good job

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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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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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Larry June & The Alchemist – Ocean Sounds (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
Check, check, uh, uh, uh
Ayy-ayy
It’s just somethin’ ‘bout
Oh-oh, ayy-ayy
Man, uh

Pretty brown skin, body of a goddess
Smellin’ so good, really my type
I’ve been searchin’ around but still ain’t found real love
(I pulled up on her and I told her like this)
I got a couple girls I’m talkin’ to, I’m tryna narrow down
Hittin’ it from the (Ayy, ayy, ayy), hearin’ ocean sounds
Took the Corvette to Half Moon Bay, it’s foggy out
Grabbed the green tea, after that, brought the Porsche out
I let her rock my hoodie real quick, she felt the ocean breeze
Dropped her right back at the crib then back countin’ G’s
Quarter-million dollars in $20s, we don’t need a machine
Nigga, this the 63S, not the 43
What’s happenin’?

I’ve been searchin’ around but still ain’t found real love
Still ain’t found real love, ain’t found real love
Made my way to the top but still ain’t found real love (Real love, real love)
But I’m happy because
For the first time in my life, I feel I found real love (I found real love)
But I’m happy because
For the first time in my life, I feel I found real love (Real love)
I found real love, oh, oh, oh

Love is when you happy with yourself, fuck what niggas talk
When shit got tough, I adjusted and worked smarter
I ain’t got no hard feelings love, you can keep walkin’
I appreciate all that you’ve done, but this not workin’
Think I need another vacation, might hit London
‘Bout to cop another location, I’ve been on a hunt
I ain’t got no one to lean on, so I’m workin’ double
When I got good with myself, that’s when I found love
What’s happenin’?

I’ve been searchin’ around but still ain’t found real love
Still ain’t found real love, ain’t found real love
Made my way to the top but still ain’t found real love (Real love, real love)
But I’m happy because
For the first time in my life, I feel I found real love (I found real love)
But I’m happy because
For the first time in my life, I feel I found real love (Real love)
I found real love, oh, oh, oh
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

It’s just somethin’ ‘bout (Ayy, ayy)
It’s just somethin’ ‘bout (Ayy, ayy)

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Larry June & The Alchemist (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) – Summer Reign (Official Visualizer) Lyrics
How you gon’ say you boss if you don’t handle biz?
Real men stay on ten, take care of they kids
Your boys talkin too much, it’s time to show them M’s
I did shows around the globe and never took a cent
That might’ve went over your head, I be thinkin’ different
I bought real estate before I went and bought the Bent’
I had suntanned toes when you was in your feelings
And I ain’t need no record deal to touch my first million
Spendin’ money on assets for rainy days
I’m more focused on ownership, not the fame
Grab an oolong tea, then jump in this thing
We just touched down, but right back on the plane

Summer rain
I’m ridin’ ‘round, top down in the summer rain
And these hoes break they necks when they see a nigga switchin’ lanes (Still got my top down)
I’m ridin’ ‘round, top down in the summer rain (Ride)
And these hoes break they necks when they see a nigga switchin’ lanes

You don’t know the feelin’ when you leave the game
Shit didn’t work out, so you back again (Back again)
Heavy on my heart, gotta make a change (Man)
But until then, we playin’ with cellophane (Cellophane)
It’s too much, we need a private plane
Toss on my Gore-Tex and walk in the rain (Walk in the rain)
Everything not perfect but at least I’m free (Least I’m free)
I don’t take it as an L, just wasn’t for me (Wasn’t for me)
Six bags for the Hermes, use it to sleep (Sleep)
I been doing this since TechnoMarines
I did everything, this is not a dream
I love all the seasons, but it’s nothin’ like that summer rain

Summer rain
I’m ridin’ ‘round, top down in the summer rain
And these hoes break they necks when they see a nigga switchin’ lanes (Still got my top down, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I’m ridin’ ‘round, top down in the summer rain
And these hoes break they necks when they see a nigga switchin’ lanes

Now this when I figured it all out
I had the jewels and every V12 engine you could think of
Life was good

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