Testo Private Valet - Larry June

Private Valet

Yo don’t ever call yourself a man if you can’t keep your composure nigga
Straight up,
gang for you
Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus
Straight back to it
Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons park it right by the speed boat
Sipping on some real shit, touchdown Chi town making a real bitch
Colored eyes brown skin and you know she real thick
'Nother half a million dollars spent but I sleep good
Talking big numbers with the bitch while I grip the wood
Check it out, all these big facts though she heared me out
Heated toilets in the bathroom said it’s eaten us out
She got a whole situation
But ready to risk it all
I ain’t with the drama
When you ready, just give me a call
I know I’m just checking the mail but got that shit on
I’m a little younger than dude but still big grown
When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Yeah, aye aye aye
I can talk like this cause I live that
You niggas know my background, don’t play with it
Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi
If you foggy in my city, can’t be acting timid
Might do the mink with the midnight
Doors open in the Lamborghini like fisheye
Nigga this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track
When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold)
They got no love for you, love for you, love for you
Yeah, aye aye aye