Larry June - Smoothie at Midnight lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Smoothie at Midnight lyrics]
Cardo got wings shh, Shh, Shh
Man, uh, uh (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Shh, man, God
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Took the stickers off the GT
First nigga whipping this the Panamera cool
But I don't think that it can fuck with this
Off top
Press a button then I watch my spoiler lift
I know you think about me all the time
Why you ain’t call the kid?
Touch down in Portland
Had to kill em with my Nike shit
I bought these in Tokyo
I think they dropped in '96
I ain't even tripping off dude
I know I’m that nig wiping off my rims
Take my son to go get some Timbs
Thirty day run on the road, need half a mil'
If we do this shit under the table
We can do a deal
I don't think I ever been in love
Show me how it feel
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands
Then I plan a trip
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) yeah, damn
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands
Then I plan a trip what's happening?
Yeah and that was just on sight, nigga
(Ay, I'ma keep it going)
Don't check me bitch, check your credit score
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it yee hee
Man, good job
You gotta learn from it, bounce back from it
Treat it like it's nothing
Forty-mile drive from the crib
Couple hundred tucked
Move in silence, gotta be a prophet
Is it really worth it?
Wake up in the morning thinking dollars need
That's a certain
I can only do so much, I’m only one person
Ever since I got my money up
Everybody hurting
"June can I hold a couple dollars?
I see you up now"
And If I can’t do it then I'm fake
So fuck niggas now
I used to have a whole lotta friends
I got a check now
I used to have no whips at all
I got Vette now
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) shh, man
God damn sock it to me
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
And bitch don’t play me bitch
Play the lottery (Numbers)
Bitch you might get lucky
Know what I'm saying? Numbers
Ay, ay, ay cardo what's happening?
Mr midnight sock it to me
Man, uh, uh (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Shh, man, God
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Took the stickers off the GT
First nigga whipping this the Panamera cool
But I don't think that it can fuck with this
Off top
Press a button then I watch my spoiler lift
I know you think about me all the time
Why you ain’t call the kid?
Touch down in Portland
Had to kill em with my Nike shit
I bought these in Tokyo
I think they dropped in '96
I ain't even tripping off dude
I know I’m that nig wiping off my rims
Take my son to go get some Timbs
Thirty day run on the road, need half a mil'
If we do this shit under the table
We can do a deal
I don't think I ever been in love
Show me how it feel
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands
Then I plan a trip
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) yeah, damn
Count a hundred thousand, wash my hands
Then I plan a trip what's happening?
Yeah and that was just on sight, nigga
(Ay, I'ma keep it going)
Don't check me bitch, check your credit score
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
Oh yeah, drop it right here, fuck it yee hee
Man, good job
You gotta learn from it, bounce back from it
Treat it like it's nothing
Forty-mile drive from the crib
Couple hundred tucked
Move in silence, gotta be a prophet
Is it really worth it?
Wake up in the morning thinking dollars need
That's a certain
I can only do so much, I’m only one person
Ever since I got my money up
Everybody hurting
"June can I hold a couple dollars?
I see you up now"
And If I can’t do it then I'm fake
So fuck niggas now
I used to have a whole lotta friends
I got a check now
I used to have no whips at all
I got Vette now
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) shh, man
God damn sock it to me
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
And bitch don’t play me bitch
Play the lottery (Numbers)
Bitch you might get lucky
Know what I'm saying? Numbers
Ay, ay, ay cardo what's happening?
Mr midnight sock it to me