Larry June - Pleasant Hill lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Pleasant Hill lyrics]
Good job, Larry you’re doing good
Never hit my phone on that "he say, she say"
I never go broke
‘cause I got more than three ways
Fresh lemonade, then stocks in my suitcase
I don’t want to fuck
But you can come through and just hang
Reno to the Bay three hours, I’m on my way
Knocked some fresh game, and from that day
Her life changed
Took her out that MK and dipped her in Louis
Mane
My bike $5K, but my chain done tripled that
Be careful what you put your time in
You can’t get it back
So, baby, if you don’t like the way I move
Then fall back runnin’ up these bands
You lil’ niggas on Similac
Yeah, you got a record deal
But, you still live with your mama, mane
I got two spots, one on the west and the east
It ain’t too many like me, I’m a real live P
The bitch hatin’ on the low
‘cause I ain’t wife the bitch
She started drinkin’ too much
And I ain’t like that shit
Back to it, more money to make
My Jordan’s from ’88, your nigga watch fake
Ate it so much that I don’t like steak
I’m goin’ vegan, bitch, fix a plate
Orange trees by my eighty inch
Get a spot before you get a whip
All my good friends businessmen
I eat healthy and talk business with ‘em
I never had a 9-5, through it all, I survived
Yeah, they runnin’ with the swag, nigga
I ain’t surprised lil’ bitch hella thick
I might hit it tonight
If my shirt got a wrinkle
I ain’t leavin’ my spot
Took the orange out the watch
And I went back stopped
The more money that I make
The more these hoes gon’ fock
I like lowkey bitches
And I like brand new socks
I go to Costco for the white tees
Eighteen for the pack
Baby lookin’ hella cute
I know your future is bright
I can take you to my crib and
Be your man for the night
Play this song a hunid times
And then your game will be tight
Before I ever seen the movie, bitch
I was the mack what’s hannin’?
Never hit my phone on that "he say, she say"
I never go broke
‘cause I got more than three ways
Fresh lemonade, then stocks in my suitcase
I don’t want to fuck
But you can come through and just hang
Reno to the Bay three hours, I’m on my way
Knocked some fresh game, and from that day
Her life changed
Took her out that MK and dipped her in Louis
Mane
My bike $5K, but my chain done tripled that
Be careful what you put your time in
You can’t get it back
So, baby, if you don’t like the way I move
Then fall back runnin’ up these bands
You lil’ niggas on Similac
Yeah, you got a record deal
But, you still live with your mama, mane
I got two spots, one on the west and the east
It ain’t too many like me, I’m a real live P
The bitch hatin’ on the low
‘cause I ain’t wife the bitch
She started drinkin’ too much
And I ain’t like that shit
Back to it, more money to make
My Jordan’s from ’88, your nigga watch fake
Ate it so much that I don’t like steak
I’m goin’ vegan, bitch, fix a plate
Orange trees by my eighty inch
Get a spot before you get a whip
All my good friends businessmen
I eat healthy and talk business with ‘em
I never had a 9-5, through it all, I survived
Yeah, they runnin’ with the swag, nigga
I ain’t surprised lil’ bitch hella thick
I might hit it tonight
If my shirt got a wrinkle
I ain’t leavin’ my spot
Took the orange out the watch
And I went back stopped
The more money that I make
The more these hoes gon’ fock
I like lowkey bitches
And I like brand new socks
I go to Costco for the white tees
Eighteen for the pack
Baby lookin’ hella cute
I know your future is bright
I can take you to my crib and
Be your man for the night
Play this song a hunid times
And then your game will be tight
Before I ever seen the movie, bitch
I was the mack what’s hannin’?