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Larry June

Mason Cafe

 

Mason Cafe

(album: Out The Trunk - 2019)


I'm just loving you, baby
Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute
Wait for what?

I'm real spontaneous, I got no patience
So many whips had to change the location
You cracking under pressure, I'm just eating crustaceans
Forty dollar body wash, fuck it, it's nathan
I'm cool with jewels, we got lots in common
200 for the coupe and don't even drive it
I live in Frisco, Ocean View, you thought I was lying
I'm the nigga in my city, you better pay some homage
24 in the lab I ain't slept in days
This shit easy to a playa, I'm just giving you game
Got the vegetables sautéed, I'm chilling and blazing
On the island with my feet out eating some raisins
A big mojito on line, too, I'm keeping it cool
Details, keychain three hundred, I'm fooling
I don't bang but the seats in the Benz is whooping
Sipping on this green tea while I order a movie
I'm him
Bitch, you know you fucked up
Now you back to fuck around with broke bruh-bruh
I don't never step down, bitch, I just step up
Avocado in the smoothie, something different on a slut
Slide through my old hood and it's feeling like the 90's
Shit changed, man, I 'member when I used to ride my bike
Down them project stairs, now I'm 2019 on them
Swerving, mobbing, gotta keep that thang on me
This beat so smooth, I ain't have to sing on it
You a Taco Bell nigga, bitch, I got this lobster imported
Bitch I'm hella important, better do your homework
Before I take you serious I gotta check that dome first
I wonder, do you still got that crib I use to slide through?
The one next to Whole Foods, you know I use to love them smoothies
Six tapes back to back I do this in my sleep, nigga
TFM the record label, bitch, you should go and sign with us
What's happening?

done

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