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Dear, Snow letra


You know I'm saying?
It ain't what you do, it's how you do it
When you wake up what you doing?
'Cause I'm getting to it
Straight up
Check
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I need some time alone so I booked that flight (booked that flight)
Been working so hard, shit, why not (why not?)
We made this far, shit, why stop? (What's happening?)
Villa for a week, it's just me and my partners
We could've lasted longer but I got too popping (man)
And it made you insecure and I didn't try to stop it
I wish I had more time to spend with you, I'm sorry
If you free around Sunday, let's grab some ramen (aye, aye, aye, aye)
It's no place like Frisco, I love the fall
Smoke something with lil bruh, take my chick on a jog
Now I'm in the Thrasher magazine Rollie on (rollie on)
Still will take a cold cut with the provolone (straight up)
You should start tweeting less and get your money on (off top)
I can't really say I'm rich until my brothers on (brothers on)
And I ain't with the fuck shit 'cause it's not me (not me)
Watch your feet on that rug, that's Versace (Versace), tap in (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You see it on my face, I got money to go make
I ain't came here to fuck around (fuck around)
I need mine up front, no if, ands, and buts
Tap in if you really 'bout it (really 'bout it, aye, aye)
I can be your motivation
I can be the one you call after late nights on the grind (on the grind, aye, aye)
I can tell she really fuck with me
'Cause every time a nigga call she answer every time (every time)

Today I might go and hit the farmers' market (yeah)
Yesterday I paid some bills and I went to Target (aye, aye)
And I'm usually by myself, I don't do the crowds (crowds)
Every time I hit the V I stop by Urban Counter (what's happening?)
Grab a couple white tees off of Springs Road (good job)
Fuck it, five for the twenty, now a nigga on (now a nigga on)
I know you probably peep the smell, Tom Ford cologne (cologne)
She thought I lied about the Bimmer 'cause I barely drove it (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I be all around the states, I just never post it (post)
If you see me then you see me, we can take a photo
NYC for the press, now we out in Soho (yeah)
Postmates Benihana, why it's taking so long? (For real)
I know you want to settle down, you gon' have to hold on
Just rock with a nigga, baby, till I get this dough up (aye)
I never met someone like you, I just hope you know that (yeah)
So just fold up them clothes while I roll this dro up

You see it on my face, I got money to go make
I ain't came here to fuck around (aye, aye, fuck around, aye, aye)
I need mine up front, no if, ands, and buts
Tap in if you really 'bout it (really 'bout it, aye, aye)
I can be your motivation
I can be the one you call after late nights on the grind (on the grind, aye, aye)
I can tell she really fuck with me
'Cause every time a nigga call she answer every time (every time)

Check, yeah (aye, aye), man
Fuck around (aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)
Really 'bout it (aye, aye, oh)
On the grind (aye, aye, oh)

Larry June - Letras

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