Listen to Barragán Lighting by Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$ & Curren$y

Barragán Lighting

Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$ & Curren$y

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$ & Curren$y - Barragán Lighting (Official Visualizer)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Larry June

Vocals

Joey Bada$$

Vocals

Curren$y

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Daniel Alan Maman

Daniel Alan Maman

Composer

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott

Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott

Lyrics

Larry Eugene Hendricks

Larry Eugene Hendricks

Lyrics

Shante Franklin

Shante Franklin

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Alchemist

Producer

Joe LaPorta

Mastering Engineer

Todd Cooper

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh

Damn

Man, what up Bad?

[Verse 1]

We in Maine eatin' lobster and it's fresh out the dock

I'm like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on, let that drys

Y'all too worried 'bout bein' validated, my ****

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

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

I get a load, then I'm wrappin' 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

Saint Tropez, I'm checkin' my pocket

Daytona clock and at the dot, trackin' these boxes, uh

[Verse 2]

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 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 palm trees, chillin' somewhere in San Juan

With a badge on, and my arm, fallin' victim to my charm

Must have heard I'm ballin' like Olajuwon

Like the richest man in Babylon, hate this Babylon

They don't love you till 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

[Verse 3]

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

I ain't so soft though, don't 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

APark it with the others, I touch it one day, I'm sure I love it

'90 Defender, Landrover Discover

My discography could buy all of it

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

[Outro]

Aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye, aye-aye-aye

Written by: Alan Maman, Jo Virginie, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Shante Franklin

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