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  • Larry June – I’m Workin letras

    [Hook]
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
    Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
    I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom

    [Verse 1]
    I tried to make a fuckin song for the radio
    That’s when I realized I’m a real trap nigga
    I swear that choppa knock a nigga off his patio
    Meet me at Trader Joes. Thirty for a whole chicken
    I got these hoes astonished
    All these yellow diamonds
    Choppas like a shotta
    Niggas try to rob it
    Catch another body
    Larry, do you trap?
    I don’t know. Probably
    Bitch you’re out of pocket
    Are you off a molly?
    Super duper trappin
    Rolly cost a Caddy
    Askin all these questions
    Larry, are you mobbin?
    Niggas got a problem
    All my niggas slidin
    When I’m out in Houston, gotta keep the rocket
    Damn I just hit a fuckin pot hole
    Aye! Scraped up my fuckin Forgi-atos
    You hear that beepin? That’s the money counter
    I’m on a mission. I’ve been moving faster
    Throughout the pain. Nigga never panic
    Two hundred thousand. Kept it in the attic

    [Hook]
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
    Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
    I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom

    [Verse 2]
    Aye! Lately I’ve been on some other shit
    I need a million bags
    Catch a nigga slippin. Four-Five hit a nigga legs
    Lately I’ve been spazzin
    I done ran through bout fifty bands
    Now it’s time to re-up
    Hit my plug I need bout fifty bags
    I pray to God I never have to trap again. Our block Hot
    Two weeks ago the feds ran in my nigga’s spot
    You’ll probably never comprehend the shit a nigga rappin bout
    Bend the corner, mob, if I see the fuckin white ghost
    Dammit I’ve been fuckin ballin daily
    My conversation paper. Dig it, baby?
    Before I hit, she signed an application
    I got bitches. All fuckin races
    Water whippin like a life guard
    Punk bitch I got no patience
    These rap niggas all swag takin
    I’m buyin new whips. New registration

    [Hook]
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Now have that pasta cooked when a real nigga done
    Hoe bitch! I’m workin!
    I got my money up and bought twenty more guns
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Realest nigga in the game. Let me show you how it’s done
    Aye bitch! I’m workin!
    Aye you niggas ain’t trappin. Nigga you livin with yo mom