Larry June - Six Hustles lyrics

Larry Eugene Hendricks

[Larry June - Six Hustles lyrics]

Cardo got wings yeah
Check yeah
Man ay, ay, ay

Hit me in the mornin', I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin’ through these Ben Franks
But it's never enough they like, "Larry
Where you been?" I been runnin' it up
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today I might rock the Rolly for no reason
Alkaline bust down whena nigga sippin’
You gotta really want it
Gotta be eager to get it what's happenin'?

Baby, quit playin', nobody can do it better
Silk button up on this customized leather
She gon' come runnin' back to me if I let her
Two thousand dollar peacoat
No labels or nothin' had to throw her off
Picked her up in my under
Let her stay the night and
I barely even touched her
Sex not everything, baby, I like money
My dick won't even get
Hard with no connection
Monday, diamond district, new necklace
You got the watch but no
Whip? You niggas trippin’
I’m walkin' through the SLS with about fifty
Couple drinks, quick flight, we to Phoenix
Eighty-five thousand
Made that in two meetings
You shoulda held it down while you could
You was sleepin’
You can call me anything but you
Can never call me broke
Put this tape in the deck and
Get a real P's hope

Hit me in the mornin', I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin' through these Ben Franks
But it’s never enough they like, "Larry
Where you been?" I been runnin' it up
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today I might rock the Rolly for no reason
Alkaline bust down whena nigga sippin'
You gotta really want it
Gotta be eager to get it what's happenin'?

Facetime a nigga, baby, so I know it's real
I'm eatin' crab, view of the bridge
Right by the crib i like your style
What's your sign? Maybe we can chill
Hit it from the back, tell me how it feel
Look, the pussy wetter than a baby seal
My numbers goin' up, I'm like, "Fuck a deal"
Sold out shows, no agent's deal
Take my talents to the south
It's time to make a mill
Sold out first day with the hat deal
Moms had me at fifteen, how'd I make it here?
I got a whole lot of hustle in this ambition
Since a young nigga I been chasin' chicken
I love all women, but I keep it pimpin'
Touched a half a ticket
In these Scottie Pippens
Crew neck, bucket hat, I just keep it simple
Rolex 36, it's a Presidential

Hit me in the mornin', I got moves to make
I got six hustles, I go hard and never break
Runnin' through these Ben Franks
But it's never enough they like, "Larry
Where you been?" I been runnin' it up
My flip game stupid, my whips is the cleanest
Today I might rock the Rolly for no reason
Alkaline bust down whena nigga sippin'
You gotta really want it
Gotta be eager to get it what's happenin'?

God damn you gotta really want it, ayy, ayy
You gotta really want it, want it, ayy
I'm on the road for these pesos ayy, ayy
I'm on the road for these pesos ayy, ayy
I'm on the road for these pesos
Ay, you already know how I'm rockin', nigga
Everything I do is organic, bitch-ass nigga
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Sounds like Cardo
Yeah ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

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