Текст песни
Uh. Ayy, ayy. Man. Uh. Ayy, ayy. I'm well ahead, I do this shit Heavenly. Simple but I'm intricate. Baby girl, don't play with me. Couple nights in Big Sur, bitch, I feel like LL Peace. All you got is looks and no Paper, is what you tellin' me? Fuck it, I'ma ride my bike. S-Works Specialized. Whole frame carbon fiber, I really can't stress About it. Hit the bank six times, Nigga, that was all deposits. Back when I had twenty toes, everything was Autopilot. So I can't babysit you. I can get this paper with you. Take you 'round the world with me. Put a little game in you. Jubilee Bruce Wayne, dinner with a politician. But I ain't with the politics, and this is Not a plot twist. Niggas be handcuffin', that be flight risk. Then crash out and meanwhile she fuckin' on the Next nigga. Focus on that dough, My nigga, 'cause it can get bigger. If you ain't got no hustle off top, I can't fuck with you. So many views from my crib, it's like a Screensaver. A fresh Bulldog, veggie pizza, It's a good day. I'm chillin' at the park, Sippin' wine on a good blank. You seen a nigga get it from the bottom And you still hatin'. I don't really understand and I don't really give a fuck. Now that my paper up, I don't know who To trust. I don't know what to drive, I don't know if this is less. All I know is I was by myself when I ain't had nothin'. Treasure Island. Uh. Ayy, ayy. Damn. Uh. Ayy, ayy, ayy. Damn. Treasure Island.
Larry June — Treasure Island
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