Larry June - 30 DAY RUN lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - 30 DAY RUN lyrics]
She couldn’t find a better nigga
So she came right back
But, I’ma need about 20 if
You’re trying to do that
I can’t be your boyfriend but
I can fuck with it (sock it to me)
She brought me ten Band-Aids
I had lunch with her
If I can’t help the bitch
Then I don’t fuck with it
She had a drug problem
I couldn’t fuck with it
A couple of whips in the Bay
I barely touch the shit
My stock rims at Jonze house
Shit it’s been a minute (good looking bro')
I couldn’t make this shit up
Man this the life I’m living
Family changed on me
They said I’m acting different
I can lose it all today
Still be the same nigga
I never had a job, my credit’s 750
Nigga do the numbers i’m not a dumb nigga
I paid attention to it, manifested it
If I want it, then I get it
I don’t question shit
And nigga never check me
Nigga check the bitch what’s hattening?
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days
Cop the whip and customise the leather
Thumbing through it, it ain’t nothing better
Great juice, expensive sweater
She came through a little past eleven
I hit it twice and then I wrote this letter
On Van Ness in this 911
Pinky dancing like Michael Jackson (Yeehee)
Eat a sandwich, go online
Cop another classic i ain’t even wanna fuck
I told the bitch I’m fasting
Same whip but mine faster
Bitch I’m chasing cabbage
All money ain’t good so bitch you can have it
So much money I can’t stash it
Bitch fuck rapping
I’m riding bikes on the beach living so fancy
I’m trying to stay motivated so
I can drop these classics
3000 Woodgrain, Cartier glasses
Bitch what’s hattening?
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days
Ay, Ay, Ay shit, man, damn
Shit ay, Ay, Ay
Sock it to me
So she came right back
But, I’ma need about 20 if
You’re trying to do that
I can’t be your boyfriend but
I can fuck with it (sock it to me)
She brought me ten Band-Aids
I had lunch with her
If I can’t help the bitch
Then I don’t fuck with it
She had a drug problem
I couldn’t fuck with it
A couple of whips in the Bay
I barely touch the shit
My stock rims at Jonze house
Shit it’s been a minute (good looking bro')
I couldn’t make this shit up
Man this the life I’m living
Family changed on me
They said I’m acting different
I can lose it all today
Still be the same nigga
I never had a job, my credit’s 750
Nigga do the numbers i’m not a dumb nigga
I paid attention to it, manifested it
If I want it, then I get it
I don’t question shit
And nigga never check me
Nigga check the bitch what’s hattening?
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days
Cop the whip and customise the leather
Thumbing through it, it ain’t nothing better
Great juice, expensive sweater
She came through a little past eleven
I hit it twice and then I wrote this letter
On Van Ness in this 911
Pinky dancing like Michael Jackson (Yeehee)
Eat a sandwich, go online
Cop another classic i ain’t even wanna fuck
I told the bitch I’m fasting
Same whip but mine faster
Bitch I’m chasing cabbage
All money ain’t good so bitch you can have it
So much money I can’t stash it
Bitch fuck rapping
I’m riding bikes on the beach living so fancy
I’m trying to stay motivated so
I can drop these classics
3000 Woodgrain, Cartier glasses
Bitch what’s hattening?
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days (30 days)
30 days, 30 days
Ay, Ay, Ay shit, man, damn
Shit ay, Ay, Ay
Sock it to me