Boldy James, Larry June - Sweetest Taboo lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Boldy James, Larry June - Sweetest Taboo lyrics]
Where we at? Ayy
Blockworks
I'm in that bando 'hind that project building
In the ghetto with the demon children
Some of these niggas never seened a million
Hundred Iraqis in a satchel, brodie
Turn me up
Youngin caught his second sell charge
Facing 30 months
Stephen Curry headshot, all you heard was-
No, I don't know 'bout no dead bodies
They keep turnin' up
Twistin' up my dead opps in
This bag of purple Runtz
You get the same for ten bodies
You get for serving one
Murder was thе case that they gave mе
The concrete paid me
Mommy wasn't home, streets raised me
Father couldn't save me from
Serving up them cakes in them paid streets
The narcotic that takes one to raise
Like a can of bug spray for making drug plays
Block so hot in the wintertime
You could sunbathe grew up on that dead end
I'm from that one-way
Have my youngin walk you down
Rip you like the runway
I want my kids sticked up
You know my feng shui be kidding that money
Now I gotta watch where my son play
Youngin'll walk you down
Rip you like the runway
My block so hot in the wintertime
You could sunbathe
If I tell you, if I tell you
Sweetest taboo poured up in a ginger ale
If I tell you, if I tell you
So much work on the floor
We need a extra scale
If I tell you, if I tell you
Sweetest taboo poured up in a ginger ale
If I tell you, if I tell you on the road
Bag get more numbers than your record sales
Ninth grade, nigga, I was fresh in the gas
(Fresh in the gas) the money was cool
I bought a selection of jazz
(Selection of jazz)
Bought my first O for three-seventy-five
(Three-seventy-five)
That price was high, them niggas was
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) i got a better number so
I'm driving the trays (Driving the trays)
One up top, you know this shit can get crazy
(Shit can get crazy)
Everything cool, now I got me a plug
(Got me a plug)
'Bout the same time that I ran into Stacy
(Ran into Stacy)
Stacy had folks, he was balling in Vegas
(Balling in Vegas) she chose up on me
Now I'm serving these papers
(Serving these papers)
Clients still moving, I'm clocking this paper
Stand on my ten 'cause a
Lot of shit changed me, what's happening?
If I tell you, if I tell you
Sweetest taboo poured up in a ginger ale
If I tell you, if I tell you
So much work on the floor
We need a extra scale
If I tell you, if I tell you
Sweetest taboo poured up in a ginger ale
If I tell you, if I tell you on the road
Bag get more numbers than your record sales
Still slapping on the Mile off of Seven Tel
Get you flipped quick as a coin
But ain't no head and tails
Did I tell you I was married to the game?
Solid tears for my chain
Clinking sound like some wedding bills
Can't drink, fifty-round in my waistlink
Back in '03, I was looking at a letter L
All of this paper left a heavy trail
Now we gon' ball out for every
Day my nigga Ced in jail