Larry June – The Scale

Larry June – The Scale

Damn, shit,God help, shit, teehee,God damn aye
I hope the police don’t raid X2

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

Damnit they done hit the door it’s 5 in the morning

I’m fresh out the pussy and a Nigga still yawning

Specolli hit my line said the label tryin ta sign me

I was whiping up a kick with a Bitch name Susie

On my, on my way to NYC, I just sent my ho to Boston

All my luggage, Louis V

I’m a mother fuckin baller

When I slide thru the score

I keep big .44 with the flash light on it like I’m tryna see something

Keep the battery acid in the trap case’ I gotta dump it

Nigga you a cat run up on a nigga hit him with the strap

Snitch

Hiding in the burbs’ nigga where you at?

Watch your feet on that rug ho I spent like five thousand

Aye
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid
Damn,shit,god,help,shit,tehee,god,damn, aye
I hope the police don’t raid

Big .45 HK on the handle

Bitch you got hella ass let me see what happening

Mob to the rich I’m with coop he keep hammers

30 dick on it, man this life I live is savage

The bitch drive a jag, but that ho ain’t got no money

A pimp like me a have that bitch living lovely

My bitches rock Rollie’s and they got a thousand clutches

In the projects we keep the chopper by the bushes

Ayeeee
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case the police raid
I been going thru some shit
I’m just trying to get paid
Bitch
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Ho
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Keep the scale in the kitchen
Case’ the police raid

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