Larry June – Private Valet (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Larry June drops the music video for the Jake One-produced piece of music titled “Private Valet”. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the track.

Larry June Private Valet

Larry Eugene Hendricks III, who goes by Larry June, is a 31-year-old rapper hailing from San Francisco, California. He is most celebrated for his usage of unique and old-school beats, his mellow tone that flows smoothly on tracks, and for spitting some relatable and motivating rhymes. He’s continued on that route with his latest single.

Yesterday (July 15), Larry dropped his newest record “Private Valet.” The two-minute track had a 70s vibe, with its use of high-pitched instruments along with a hint of soul and jazz underneath. To start off the song, Larry provided some advice for his listeners, “Don’t ever call yourself a man if you can’t keep your composure. Straight up, just a little game for you.”

Throughout the song, Larry rapped about all the riches he has acquired throughout his life. Speed boats, heated toilet seats, Lamborghinis, and mink coats were just a few of the items he listed that have been the results of his wealth.

The artist also dropped a music video for the record in which he is travelling through the city freely. In just 24 hours, it has garnered over 100,000 views.

Larry June – Private Valet (prod. Jake One)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo don’t ever call yourself a man if you can’t keep your composure n***a
Straight up, [?] gang for you
Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus
Straight back to it

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
I can talk like this cause I live that
You n****s 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
N***a this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track

[Chorus]
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