"Empty Pages" lyrics

Larry June, Curren$y & The Alchemist Lyrics

"Empty Pages"

Mm, huh
Yeah, Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed, ho, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret, always kick it
Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on
Huh

The lounge was packed, the dice was loaded, the cards was stacked
Against us, but somehow we made it back, a circle of winners
I wore this mink to dinner, this mornin'
She slipped into it and served me breakfast on my couch, nigga
I'm a down-south nigga, not no house-nigga, not a clout-fisher
Nor a fart sniffer, these niggas trippin'
I'm just trappin' really, these niggas l trickin', I'm just mackin', chillin'
They splurgin' on them hoes, I'm just nice to a couple bitches
Real ice glistening in the dark because you played your part
Enemies fell apart while we was playin' golf
I ain't know until the homies told me, the news touched my heart
Really, dog

(One the designs that he picked
Have three pair of slacks that he can wear)
Let's dub it
(Kinda wild, you know [?]
What's happening today)
Uh, yo, check it, uh

Leave out a plate with a piece of steak, make sure all the wolves is fed (Right)
Every threat you made was empty like the tip of a hollow bullet head (Hole shit)
See me with a briefcase, you can guarantee that it's full of bread
The sweater came in a gaberdine, but I took the wool instead (Took the wool instead)
Hands in the deep end in the bag where all the tricks is kept
What have you got in there?
Bitch tried to interrupt my dance moves, I don't miss a step
Before I purchase the merchandise, make sure it's open and inspected
Big wave on your security camera, the motion is detected (Having motion)
I'm a one of kind diamond, you could never match the clarity
Puttin' digits on the boards, I'm talkin' about stacks numerically (Numbers)
Playin' the game hard to the max, I don't relax for therapy
I was on my way to the bank, and started to laugh hysterically
Comin' out smellin' like fresh hundreds, I'm a magnet for sex
On ten toes, only the Lord knows what I'ma baggage next, uh

[?] found a way I can get it, and that's what I'm doin'
I'm tryna get it, I'm gon' get it

Yeah
You boys throwin' stones and hiding hands, I'm just countin' bands
It's hard to hit a movin' target, the spot out in Tanforan
Touchscreen laundry in the crib, I'm cleaning all whites
Twenty percent interest, I can get it to you overnight
My white robe, orange juice, chillin' countin' fifty grand
Been the man, squeeze the oowop til' the semi jam
These bars real hot like a summer jam
They do the running man when my gun in hand, but I ain't even on that
Defense, you gotta have discipline just to seek this
Peep this, I done made a million off of three zips
Movin' like a new legend, rockin' with my 27
House by the water, sippin' tea, I can't believe this
Valuing my privacy, killin' them with honesty
Killing shit silently
Modestly, I do this shit gracefully
Probably not one of them dudes you wanna play with
(Ay ay ay, ay ay ay)
Uh

Shit just sound so motherfuckin' smooth
Hoppin' off boats and shit, sippin' the finest juice
Lowriders and shit, 5-0s, Grand Nat's, El Co's


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