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They say I'm one hit away from making it. Uh. And I don't really give a fuck about it. I just do me. I just, I just do me. Uh. Ayy, ayy. What you gon' do when them times get hard? What you gon' do when them checks stop coming? That's not really a option. G with the options. Got it all chocolate. Daytona watchin' you. But what you gon' do when them times get Rough? What you gon' do when them hoes go Left? I'm doing Pilates. You knew I had a bitch, why you acting So snotty? Took the bitch hiking, Earth-tone Maserati. You asking for a lot, but you ain't got Nothing to offer. Bitch, do you clean? Do you cook? Do you swallow? 'Cause all I really see is an Instagram model. Fuck I look like taking your broke ass shopping? You don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? Uh, that's why you never see me Out. I be looking at the ocean on this Imported couch. What's happening? Uh. I done watched the whole game switch And survived every wave of it. I know God got a nigga back. I don't need you to pray for me. I know it's hard my nigga, but you gotta Keep going my nigga. No, Can't stop now my nigga, gotta make it to The top my nigga. This time around, man, I'm doing it for me. This time around, we coming for everything. Shit hit different when you got it out the Streets. You can be here, gone, By next week. Hey bitch, hand me bottle water Real quick. I'll call it Petaluma. An '02 Benz, rocking Nike Tech suits. Send that code word, let me know when you Through. It's six in the morning, had the trick Doing twos. Twenty-four hours, So we heading to the diner. It's no better feeling when she suck it to My pocket. But them the old days. I'm just chilling on this imported couch getting Blazed. What's happening? Uh. Ayy, ayy. I done watched the whole game switch and survived Every wave of it. I know God got a nigga back. I don't need you to pray for me. I know it's hard my nigga, but you gotta Keep going my nigga. No, Can't stop now my nigga, gotta make it to The top my nigga. Uh. So I got this funny story and shit, Man. Had this homie, you know I'm talking about, fresh Out the, you know I'm talking about, the slammer And shit. He said he needed a verse, you know what Mean? I'm like, "It's cool. Fuck with it when I get some time. I'ma fuck around," you know what I'm saying? Circle back couple months, Holla at him like, "How the album go?" He said he quit rapping 'cause I send a Verse. See, that's the shit I be talking about, Bruh. I done watched this whole shit switch, man. But I'ma sit on this motherfucking imported couch, Man, sip this orange juice. And bitch, quit bitching. Sit your ass down. Hey, babe
Larry June — Imported Couches
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