Barragán Lighting Lyrics | Larry June & The Alchemist

Barragán Lighting Lyrics | Larry June & The Alchemist

Lyrics :

Uh (The human, on and on)

Damn

Barragán, what up Barragán?

We in May, in need of lobster and it’s fresh out the dot (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 plain (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 rappin’ it right

Tuck spot with the bar gone light

I spent thousands on different collages

Street smart, I ain’t make it to college

Like the mafia, I’m movin’ in silence

Sandro Pay, I’m checkin’ my pocket

They tell my clock and after that, trackin’ these boxes, uh (Uh)

Out-foxin’ the devil, I’m on another level

Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon

This is life flex, if I stretch your 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 the jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam

Catch me under palmtrees, chillin’ somewhere in San Juan

With a bad jawn on my arm, fallin’ victim to my charm

Must have heard up on it, like a larger[?]

Like the richest man in Babylon, hate this Babylon

They don’t love ’til you dead and gone, then it’s said and done

Word is bond, so I keep it movin’, gotta carry on

Real relax, hunnid rack stash in the Cavaillon

First class with the champagne glass of 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

The helicopter landin’ on the ranch, woke me up

Hella loud, startlin’ my cows, all my livestock

Rollin’ my power Versace to my socks

There’s room like a quilt comfort, cozy pillow top (Cozy pillow top)

I ain’t so soft though, ho get it twisted bro

It’s killers out, colors go after cane when it’s in the drought (When it’s in the drought)

Super sad, cheer myself up, I bought a S-Class

Hardtop and a rack, yeah bitch, I’m that mad (Bitch, I’m that mad)

Park it with the others, I touch it one day, I’m sure I love it (I bet)

908, Defender, Landrover Discover

My discography could buy all other (All other)

All the biography, 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)

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy