Imported Couches lyrics by Larry June
Mm
They said I’m one hit away from makin’ it
I don’t really give a fuck about it
I just do me
I just
I just do me
Uh
Ay ay ay ay ay
What you gone do when them times get hard?
What you gone do when them checks stop coming?
That’s not really a option, G with the options
Got it all chocolate, Daytona watch
But what you gone do when them times get rough?
What you gone do when them hoes go left?
I’m doing pilates
You knew I had a bitch why you acting so snotty?
Took the bitch hiking, earth tone Maserati
You asking for a lot but you ain’t got nothing to offer
Bitch do you clean, do you cook, do you swallow?
Cause all I really see is an Instagram model
Fuck I look like taking your broke ass shopping
You don’t even make music why you at this Grammy party? (Uh)
That’s why you never see me out
I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch
What’s happening? (Uh)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don’t need you to pray for me
I know it’s hard my nigga
But you gotta keep going my nigga, you know
Can’t stop now my nigga
Gotta make it to the top my nigga
This time around man I’m doing it for me
This time around we coming for everything
Shit hit different when you got it out the streets
You can be here, gone by next week
(Aye bitch hand me that water bottle right quick)
An out call in Petaluma
A ’02 Benz rocking Nike Tech suits
Send that code word let me know when you through
It’s six in the morning had the trick doing two’s
Twenty four hours so we heading to the diner
It’s not better feeling than when she sock it to my pocket
But them the old days
I’m just chilling on this imported couch getting blazed
What’s hannin’
Uh
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
I done watched the whole game switch
And survived every wave of it
I know God got a nigga back
I don’t need you to pray for me
I know it’s hard my nigga
But you gotta keep going my nigga, you know
Can’t stop now my nigga
Gotta make it to the top my nigga
So I got this funny story and shit
Had this homie
You know what I’m talkin’ bout
You know he fresh out the slammer and shit
I’ma fuck around, you understand
Circled back in a couple months
Holla’d at him like how the album go?
Said he quit rappin’ cause I ain’t send the verse
See that’s the shit I be talkin’ bout bruh
I done watched this whole shit switch man
But I’ma sit on this mothafuckin’ imported couch mane
Sip this orange juice
And bitch, put the-, bitch, sit yo’ ass down, shorty
Hey, babe
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