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• Artiste: Larry June
• Titre: 2.p.1.g.
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Go ahead, man Uh, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy Huh Kaleidoscope on the coffee table, look at things from all angles Wraith ceilings, star-spangled, Andretti stay swangin' Motherfucker, don't tangle or twist it Don't fuck with the clubs, niggas be in there trippin' I'ma post at the crib, might invite over some bitches Black and white motion pictures, Hollywood in the '50s Rollin' up somethin' sticky, this what my grower just sent me Underground crazy stupid tracks, huh, we gon' bust ya ass Two phones, one gold, nigga, get that dough Treacherous as chess, not checkers or tic tac toe Stay fly, stay off stretchers, and stay from them po's 'Posed get high, stay low, niggas out there broke And they lookin' for a reason to commit treason Wedge tried to knock Ace 'cause he said he wasn't eatin' That ain't good company, that's wolves in competition over sheep sleepin' Blood on they paws and they teeth, eyes gleamin' Full moon, silver spoon, scoopin' sweetener That money comin' soon, my dog, I can see it You must believe me, just hope you can trust your people Uh, man, what's happenin' (Ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy) Uh, man Jet Life, T-F-M, A-L-C, what's happenin' You gotta make sure you focus on the right shit Time to get some money, quit worrying about the right bitch God don't make mistakes, my watch is a Nautilus Paid so long, bitch leave, I don't even trip Sittin' on my balcony writing all type of shit Feelin' like a novelist, 'nother M with Alchemist I mean that actually, ain't talkin' alphabets Nigga talkin' private jets, 'nother show in Paris (Sock it to me) I'm in the SL with Rell Two of the same phone, both collectin' the mail Guess I'm the postman, fitted-hat and a scale Guess I'm the toastman, pro with the vac-seal Numbers compounding my components can't stand it Bought the Maybach and left it as is, then played the background Like a ad-lib, you niggas can't fuck with me So they talk about me to these hoes that be lovin' me She met me in-person already, I'm the real thing Diamonds so big in this ring, I coulda bought a Jeep What a nigga paid for these jeans, I coulda bought a P I'm in the Porsche driving, one hand, sippin' a coffee (Good job) Argentina with a Latina (Uh) Goals, overachieved it, thankful for my achievements (I'm thankful) I just keep eatin', I'm thankful Focus on winning 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin' (Man, yeah, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy) Focus on that chicken 'cause nobody gon' save you, what's happenin' Uh, Jet Life A–L–C, T–F–M Numbers, uh Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy, sock it to me