
Around the World (Remix) Larry June (Ft. Too $hort)
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[Intro: Larry June]
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girls
Ayy
FISHA, what's happenin'? Check
Alright, yeah
Okay, look, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Dippin', movin', back in action
Mobbin', stackin', bitch, what's happenin'?
Like a credit card, I need my balance
My whip cost a mansion, a one in Atlanta
I'm him, not your boyfriend
Run it up for me, we can do it again
I'm swervin', back in the game
I don't really give a fuck, let me do my thing
A nice ass chain, that's around my neck
Plain jane Rollie when I'm dippin' the 'Vette (Numbers)
Stock, that's how I'm dippin' from now on
Ridin' in peace, give a fuck 'bout a pothole
Wake up early, make my son a sandwich
Grapes and carrots, keep him lightweight healthy
Clean, like I'm back to school
Tenth grade, nigga, had to pack the tool
She said, "I never met a mack like you"
M's, bae, I need more than a few
It's critical, I need my bag
Twenty G's on me got the walk on sag
I done been around the world
Overseas to Cali girls
Ayy
FISHA, what's happenin'? Check
Alright, yeah
Okay, look, yeah (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1: Larry June]
Dippin', movin', back in action
Mobbin', stackin', bitch, what's happenin'?
Like a credit card, I need my balance
My whip cost a mansion, a one in Atlanta
I'm him, not your boyfriend
Run it up for me, we can do it again
I'm swervin', back in the game
I don't really give a fuck, let me do my thing
A nice ass chain, that's around my neck
Plain jane Rollie when I'm dippin' the 'Vette (Numbers)
Stock, that's how I'm dippin' from now on
Ridin' in peace, give a fuck 'bout a pothole
Wake up early, make my son a sandwich
Grapes and carrots, keep him lightweight healthy
Clean, like I'm back to school
Tenth grade, nigga, had to pack the tool
She said, "I never met a mack like you"
M's, bae, I need more than a few
It's critical, I need my bag
Twenty G's on me got the walk on sag
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