Larry June, The Alchemist, Boldy James - Art Talk lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
The Alchemist [Alan Daniel Maman] Beverly Hills, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June, The Alchemist, Boldy James - Art Talk lyrics]
Valet five-star Michelin type shit
You know what I mean?
Sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened
You know what I mean? Very peaceful
Numbers al, what's happenin'? yeah
Five-star trap spot
(Damn) , St regis, Marriott (Check) art talk
(yeah) , Basquiat, never see me (Numbers)
Out a lot (yeah) real estate
(Check) , private stock, ceramic
Brakes (Uh) , black drop (yeah)
Got it off the blacktop
(yeah) , curtains when the mag pops
These the best memories
Millionaire tendencies (Damn)
Lemon squeeze, Jeezy clean, James Bond
New machine (Numbers)
Reservation, book for three, choppin' game
Sippin' tea (Check)
Hunnid G's
(Uh) , new piece (yeah) , houses off
Of coca leaves (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin' walks and shit (Takin' walks and shit)
Birds chirpin' (Birds chirpin')
Juice sippin' (Juice sippin')
And, bitch, you know I'm gon' do numbers
(Numbers) check it out
(Out) , ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
All next summer, we pullin' down on niggas
Like what's poppin', Kermit?
(Grr, do do do do) yeah, that way
What else?
Them niggas that you told on
They just got released (Go home)
Blow so strong, the pack magnifique
Snow cones in my masterpiece
(Ayy) , low pro rims factory
El Satchel Paige, what's the fuckin' verdict?
No more happy days, double cup of courage
Crabs in the barrel, he a fuckin' hermit
(Uh, huh) youngin snatchin' chains
Tell him tuck his Turkish
'Fore we catch his friend
Hang him up and rope him
Have him tag his friend every
Day they post 'em
Heavy plays in motion 'cause
That broke nigga shit
Will rub off on you quicker than some lotion
Never get upset or caught up in emotion
(Never)
Fuckin' bad bitches from Detroit to Oakland
I tell all my hoes to CC with me (What else?)
You either cuttin' checks
Or causin' commotion
New thunderclouds off the Prada jacket
You would think these niggas'll
Be proud of Jackson
Goin' out in style, I'm a dyin' fashion
I'll be Saks Fifth-in', she be Donna Sacs-in'
Born ballin', that's a fun fact (Ayy)
I'll be Orenthal-in' with the drum slappers
Stuck in drug traffic
Told her daughter father, he a cornball
And you a crumb snatcher
Hunnid strips in the four door Hyundai
Can't promise you it ain't gon'
Be no more gunplay (Skrrt)
Always knew that I'll roll dope one day
(For real) fuck a bitch, out her 401k
Al, June, it's only twelve noon
I already seen more paper than the mailroom
Cache tight-knit, you got everything
Comin' full circle under the pale moon
Where we at with it?
Five-star trap spot
(Damn) , St regis, Marriott (Check) art talk
(yeah) , Basquiat, never see me (Numbers)
Out a lot (yeah) real estate
(Check) , private stock, ceramic
Brakes (Uh) , black drop (yeah)
Got it off the blacktop
(yeah) , curtains when the mag pop
You know what I mean?
Sweetheart, make sure my knife sharpened
You know what I mean? Very peaceful
Numbers al, what's happenin'? yeah
Five-star trap spot
(Damn) , St regis, Marriott (Check) art talk
(yeah) , Basquiat, never see me (Numbers)
Out a lot (yeah) real estate
(Check) , private stock, ceramic
Brakes (Uh) , black drop (yeah)
Got it off the blacktop
(yeah) , curtains when the mag pops
These the best memories
Millionaire tendencies (Damn)
Lemon squeeze, Jeezy clean, James Bond
New machine (Numbers)
Reservation, book for three, choppin' game
Sippin' tea (Check)
Hunnid G's
(Uh) , new piece (yeah) , houses off
Of coca leaves (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Takin' walks and shit (Takin' walks and shit)
Birds chirpin' (Birds chirpin')
Juice sippin' (Juice sippin')
And, bitch, you know I'm gon' do numbers
(Numbers) check it out
(Out) , ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
All next summer, we pullin' down on niggas
Like what's poppin', Kermit?
(Grr, do do do do) yeah, that way
What else?
Them niggas that you told on
They just got released (Go home)
Blow so strong, the pack magnifique
Snow cones in my masterpiece
(Ayy) , low pro rims factory
El Satchel Paige, what's the fuckin' verdict?
No more happy days, double cup of courage
Crabs in the barrel, he a fuckin' hermit
(Uh, huh) youngin snatchin' chains
Tell him tuck his Turkish
'Fore we catch his friend
Hang him up and rope him
Have him tag his friend every
Day they post 'em
Heavy plays in motion 'cause
That broke nigga shit
Will rub off on you quicker than some lotion
Never get upset or caught up in emotion
(Never)
Fuckin' bad bitches from Detroit to Oakland
I tell all my hoes to CC with me (What else?)
You either cuttin' checks
Or causin' commotion
New thunderclouds off the Prada jacket
You would think these niggas'll
Be proud of Jackson
Goin' out in style, I'm a dyin' fashion
I'll be Saks Fifth-in', she be Donna Sacs-in'
Born ballin', that's a fun fact (Ayy)
I'll be Orenthal-in' with the drum slappers
Stuck in drug traffic
Told her daughter father, he a cornball
And you a crumb snatcher
Hunnid strips in the four door Hyundai
Can't promise you it ain't gon'
Be no more gunplay (Skrrt)
Always knew that I'll roll dope one day
(For real) fuck a bitch, out her 401k
Al, June, it's only twelve noon
I already seen more paper than the mailroom
Cache tight-knit, you got everything
Comin' full circle under the pale moon
Where we at with it?
Five-star trap spot
(Damn) , St regis, Marriott (Check) art talk
(yeah) , Basquiat, never see me (Numbers)
Out a lot (yeah) real estate
(Check) , private stock, ceramic
Brakes (Uh) , black drop (yeah)
Got it off the blacktop
(yeah) , curtains when the mag pop