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Larry June

Organic Mud

 

Organic Mud

(album: Mr. Midnight - 2019)


Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh
Sh, sh, sh, sh, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Check

Tapped in with Mike, got the old school hit
Sliding down High Street in Oakland and shit
Saw my old game so I stopped and wave
Damn, I ain't seen this bitch in days
Car wash pimping, I'm macking, son
Every time you see me, I'm stacking som'n
I gotta stay healthy on a bitch
Moving, grooving on my shit
Re-rock, flip a lot, moving with a six-shot
Bought it how I want it so I went and kept the whip stock
Ballin, nigga? No you not, nigga, you's a mark
Get you some money and get up out a nigga pocket
Asking me questions like, "June, where the Bim at?"
"Okay, you bought the AMG, I seen that"
And I don't even trap no mo', this all rap
Everything a nigga talk about is all fact

Yeah, uh, nigga had to step it up
Yeah, damn, uh, off top, out the mud
Yeah, going hard on a slut
Yeah, check, uh, nigga, I don't give a fuck

'Bout to make a hundred thousand in a month, gimme time
Got a whole lotta swag, so these hoes 'bout to flock
I don't got a fucking manager, manage my own guap
Shit, I made it out these streets, so this rap shit is nothing
And my son getting older and my pockets is, too
Selling woowap for the high 'cause I got the juice
Water purified, I don't fuck around with that, boof
Weed, drank, baby going stu'
Moving me when we hit the scene, this ain't new to me
Movie scene when we sliding through, nigga, yee
You ain't cool as me, nigga, usually I be draped up
Birthday lay bitch, always caked up
And when I'm talking caking, I'm talking big racks
You stressed out 'bout the bitch, 'bout to go bad
I'm riding around smoking weed in the Jag
They mad, forty piece got me on sag

Yeah, uh, nigga had to step it up
Yeah, damn, man, off top, out the mud
Uh, yeah, going hard on a slut
Yeah, check, uh, nigga, I don't give a fuck

Riding 'round by myself
It's gon' get hard, but you gotta keep grinding
Gotta keep hahahaha
Sh, sh
Yeah, check, nigga
Bring the kid that card, I don't wanna hear that shit
Sh, sh, sh
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Sock it to me

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