Tracy, CA

Larry June

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    Damn, bae, you got back
    Looking like something a nigga might tap
    From Bip City, young niggas pulling jacks
    North Face coat with a dirty-ass strap
    But me, I'm a mack, I fuck with the hoes
    Fuck the puss, bitch, I need a bitcoin
    You probably never knew but the bitch been going
    I don't give a fuck, love, keep going
    That's your pussy you can do what you want
    I use my brain, never hands on a ho
    I never trick off and they already know
    Polo Lounge, white tee and some snow (bunny)
    Whip so new valet didn't know
    How to park my shit so I showed him how it go
    I got family in the O, that's my cousin little Joe
    Went to school in the city, Civic Center and The Moe

    Off top (yeah man)
    Nigga off top (yeah, yeah)
    Nigga off top (damn yeah)
    Nigga off top (sock it to me)
    Man
    Check

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    I know a girl from Tracy she went crazy
    Always drove down to The Bay just to pay me
    I'm foolish, I'm a dog
    But nigga 100, I ain't ask the bitch at all
    Don't blame me blame the bitch
    Stock AMG had to switch
    Tracy, how you been?
    I'ma keep it one hundred, I'd hit it again
    My name Larry and bitch, I'm a Aries
    And bitch, I'm a playa I don't want to get married
    These niggas are weird so I'm to the neck
    Riding around the Bay I got traps to check
    I never hit those, but I check the neck
    I told her jump in the shower before she hop in my bed
    Player shit, new outfit I'm killing shit
    Barbecue with my nigga on some coolin' shit

    Yeah man
    Off top (yeah man)
    Nigga off top (yeah, yeah)
    Nigga off top (damn yeah)
    Nigga off top (sock it to me)

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