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Hold on. Hold on, bitch. Wave maker. Hand me that bottle of water, please. Thank you, sweetheart. You're doing good. Aye, aye, aye. I gotta stay ready, Lobster in my spaghetti. AST McLaren, I need the eighty-seven. My little bro play for Denver, I had to Cop the jersey. We at Roof, Cris, Filet mignon, it's me and Worthy. This lemonade eleven dollars, bitch, and that's for Certain. I got a bitch from Honolulu and she A pro surfer. I'm eating crab cakes, My pinky ring cost eleven. Any bitch that left me, I'm pretty sure she Stressin'. Fucking with the same niggas and the same Bitches. This baseline go crazy, I had to fuck with it. Air Maxes with the Gucci jacket, I'm doing good. I know that shit probably didn't rhyme, but it Wasn't stupid. Never catch me in the club at A nigga table. My socks cost a hundred dollars, A slight dumb investment. But I came from nothing. That's probably why this lemonade cost seven Something. Young nigga stunting. You know, bitch, fucking with me, shit can be Different. You know what I'm saying? I'ma buy you a bike. I'ma take you to some motherfucking trails. Then we gonna get this motherfucking money, last but Not least. In 2016, I spent sixty on this. Then took my shit to Sally Angelo to get My shit re-hit. Ask my nigga Stevie Mack, he was right there With me. Round the same time, that nigga went And got him a sixty. You can't do the same shit and expect it Grow. You can't be afraid to lose, I'm taking chances for sure. If I'm rich, if I'm broke, shit, you never Know. I been stressing a little bit, Let me blow this dro. Take a couple phone calls, then I fold my Clothes. If the bitch got too much baggage, I might tuck and roll. While you sensitive ass peas put your hands on A hoe. If a bitch wanna dip, I tell That bitch she can go. Eat some frozen yogurt, read a book, then head To the store. We can go do yoga, But after this, we trapping for sure. If I ain't in the booth, I'm probably somewhere Macking a hoe. Aye, bitch, hand me that lemonade, Please. Thank you. Damn. Shit. Man. Aye, aye. Damn. Hell yeah, nigga, I spent seven for that. And if I get the bigger one, it's probably Eleven, son. Off the dribble. Sock it to me.
Larry June — Expensive Lemonade
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