The Red Carpet - Larry June, LNDN DRGS

Cocaine stain on the cellophane

Open-toed shoes in the rain, she still do her thing

Twenty-four hour diner with coffee playin' Coltrane

I let her hit the bags, she make the blade look like a runway

She always talkin' Paris, I’m like baby, baby, one day

Or Spain, I would like to do it all but it’s a cold game

Smile so perfect you would think she worked for Colgate

I know a six symbol for a thousand, need another day

She tired of understandin', I’m tired too

But these are the grapes

Kurtis Blow said it in the 80s, make no mistake

Rain jacket smellin' like new Porsche and a half an eighth

I order another coffee and vanilla piece of pound cake

Hear purse clinging, heels clickin', make the ground shake

Driver pick us up around the corner off of Broadway

Lady in the night new her right all in broad day

Hunnids fallin' out of every pocket in the hallway

No, don’t sweat it

You too near me not to hear me

Lookin' like a basket of love

Baby, you know I’m on it, on it, yeah

Aye, aye, aye, aye

I like her low-key, I like them slayin' bit

I love it how them Air Max match your outfit

How you doin' love?

You my top pick

Let’s go hiking, bitch, let’s make a lot of chips

1997 all gray, love I’m on my way

Half moon baked, champagne, it’s that type of day

Take my time with it, spend a little, but put more away

I know you kind of sleepy before a thousand, shit, we need that day

Turned the renegade to full go, took me two days

Had her on the one, switchin' lanes, rolled a hella J’s

Took her to my crib, she was amazed, I whipped up a steak

Seek her location in Las Vegas, I got the play

My cheese on fire, that’s how a Nike bitch, I spent eighty

I killed her with the swag and this brand new Chanel fragrance

Light a couple candles, au jus and a little bagel

Put the Rollie up for a minute, then I kept it simple

How you doin' baby?

What you here for tonight?

You doin' good, right?

Sock it to me

Baby, you know I want it, want it, yeah (Groovy)

(Shit, man) Aye, aye, aye, aye

I like her low-key, I like them slayin' bit

I love it how them Air Max match your outfit

How you doin' love?

You my top pick

Let’s go hiking, bitch, let’s make a lot of chips

I’m not here for the bullshit, baby

I’m here for the whole grip, sock it to me