Barragán Lighting song by Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$ & Curren$y from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Rap, West Coast music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Barragán Lighting Meaning
| [[Intro: Larry June] Uh Damn Man, what up, Al? [Verse 1: Larry June & Joey Bada$$] We in Maine eatin’ lobster and it’s fresh off the dock (Sure) I’m like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on, let that dry (Uh) Y’all too worried ’bout bein’ validated, my nigga (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I just made another play and pulled off on the yacht I’m headin’ to Spain, everything was a Éxito So after this, I’m boardin’ the plane (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I’m high off life, I’m takin’ international flights I like that, then I’m coppin’ it twice I’m in the bag countin’ somethin’ precise (Uh) I get a load, then I’m wrappin’ it right Tuck spot with the Barragán light I spent thousands on different collages Street smart, I ain’t make it to college Like the mafia, I’m movin’ in silence Saint-Tropez, I’m checkin’ my pocket Daytona clock in at the dock, trackin’ these boxes, uh (Uh) [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Out-foxin’ the devil, I’m on another level Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon This a slight flex, if I stretch the arm, ring the alarm I don’t mean no harm, kiss the ring and bless the Don Microphone in my hand, like a napalm in my palm If you put me in a jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam Catch me under palm trees, chillin’ somewhere in San Juan With a bad jawn on my arm, fallin’ victim to my charm Must have heard I’m ballin’ like Olajuwon Like the richest man in Babylon, haters babble on They don’t love you ’til you dead and gone, then it’s said and done Word is bond, so I keep it movin’, gotta carry on Real relaxed, hunnid rack stashed in the carry-on First class with the champagne glass, I’m sittin’ calm Pray to God I travel long and I make it home Born alone, die alone, but I can never say I did this all on my own , [Verse 3: Curren$y] The helicopter landin’ on the ranch woke me up Hella loud, startlin’ my cows, all my livestock Rollin’ my power, Versace to my socks This room like a quilt: comfy, cozy pillow top (Cozy pillow top) I ain’t so soft though, don’t get it twisted, bro It’s killers out, colors go after kin when it’s in the drought (When it’s in the drought) Super sad, cheer myself up, I bought an S-Class Hardtop and a rag, yeah, bitch, I’m that man (Bitch, I’m that man) Park it with the others, I touch it one day, I’m sure I love it (I bet) ’98 Defender, Land Rover Discover My discography could buy all of it (All of it) Autobiography, one cold motherfucker Don’t come close, don’t touch it (Don’t come close, don’t touch it, I know what’s best, my brother) [Outro: Larry June] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy] |
