Larry June - Private Valet lyrics

Yo don't ever call yourself a man if
You can't keep your composure nigga
Straight up, just a lil game for you
Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus
(Man, uh) Straight back to it

Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons park
It right by the speed boat
Sipping on some rare shit
Touchdown Chi town, mink and a rare bitch
Colored eyes, brown skin
And you know she real thick
'Nother half a million dollars spent
But I sleep good
Talking big numbers with the bitch
While I grip the wood check it out
Only speak facts though she hear me out
Heated toilets in the bathroom
Sending emails out she got a whole situation
But ready to risk it all
I ain't with the drama
When you ready, just givе me a call
I know I'm just checking the mail
But got that shit on
I'm a littlе younger than dude
But still big grown

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you
Love for you
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you
Love for you yeah, aye aye aye

I can talk like that, cause I live that
You niggas know my background
Don't play with it
Hothead, short-tempered quick to
Tote the semi if you foggy in my city
Can't be acting timid
Might do the mink with the midnight
Doors open in the Lamborghini, like fisheye
Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs
And then I send them to the track

Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you
Love for you
Man this game so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you
Love for you yeah, aye aye aye