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You know what I'm sayin'? It ain't what you do, it's how you do It. When you wake up, what you doin'? 'Cause I'm gettin' to it. Straight up. Check. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I need some time alone, so I booked that flight. Been workin' so hard, shit, why not? We made it this far, shit, why stop? Villa for a week, it's just me and my Partners. We coulda lasted longer, but I got too Poppin'. And it made you insecure, and I didn't Try to stop it. I wish I had more Time to spend with you, I'm sorry. If you free around Sunday, let's grab some ramen. It's no place like Frisco, I love the fall. Smoke somethin' with lil' bruh, take my chick on A jog. Now I'm in the fashion magazine, Rollie on. Still will take the cold cut with The provolone. You should start tweetin' less and get your money On. I can't really say I'm rich until my Brothers on. And I ain't with the fuck shit, 'cause it's not me. Watch your feet on that Rug, that's Versace. Tap in. You see it on my face, I got money to go make. I ain't came here to fuck around. I need mine up front, no if, ands, Or buts. Tap in if you really 'bout it. I can be your motivation, I can be the One you call at the late nights on the Grind. I can tell she really fuck with me, 'cause every time a nigga call, she answer every Time. Today, I might go and hit the farmer's Market. Yesterday, I paid some bills, Then I went to Target. And I'm usually by myself, I don't do the Crowds. Every time I hit the V, I stop By Urban Counter. Grab a couple white tees off of Springs Road. Fuck it, five for the twenty, now a nigga On. I know you probably peeped the smell, time For a cologne. She thought I lied about the Beamer 'cause I barely drove it. I be all around the States, I just never Post it. If you see me, then you see Me, we can take a photo. NYC for the press, now we out in SoHo. Postmates Benihana's, why it takin' so long? I know you wanna settle down, you gon' have To hold on. Just rock with a nigga, baby, 'til I get this dough up. I never met someone like you, I just hope You know that. So just fold up them clothes While I roll this dro up. You see it on my face, I got money To go make. I ain't came here to fuck Around. I need mine up front, no if, ands, Or buts. Tap in if you really 'bout it. I can be your motivation, I can be the One you call at the late nights on the Grind. I can tell she really fuck with me, 'cause Every time a nigga call, she answer every time. Check. Yeah. Uh. Man. Uh. For real. Really 'bout it. On the grind.
Larry June — Dear, Snow
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