Lyrics:
it made me swoon
Our love is like a summers day,
Hot and endless in a magic way,
Whenever I see you all I can think is
First refrain
My summer love
Plow
Last twitch of his finger must've triggered the trigger
Pigs tried to move swift but the bullet was quicker
Hit a gas tank lit ignited the bitch
In
ha
I make cash money, click, go to .380, put you in torment
Trigger finger got the realest frequent flyer mileage on it
I'm coming in the club, keep
you
A phantom to lead you in the summer
To join the black parade"
They say "they never really miss you
Til you dead or you gone"
So on that note, I'm
a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do',
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
I remember
I wanted to tell you, "I love you," when I told you, "I like you"
You said we could meet up again, up in Athens over the summer
I remember
a nigga hold together
Or will the new lane lead em' to the same pen
And the hunger strike in em' to the same tin
Love is looking over various errors
will be okay
If I just stay on my knees and keep praying
Believing in something
Tell me everything is all taken care of
By those qualified to take
will be okay
If I just stay on my knees and keep praying
Believing in something
Tell me everything is all taken care of
By those qualified to take
on my gun is.
Gunman dumping, All for nothing. Trigger finger fucking, stretched em out like the jumpman.
Pull up in that chrome benz, im tryna hurt ya
your mom a letter
But put down that pencil take your finger off the trigger
Cause God ain't finished with you yet
So don't give up you gotta fight it, it
are rooted in an upright stand
What's my plan
I feel the fingers closing in
I got enlightened by the chosen man
A little frightened by my foes
gas
(We could have the Summer of Love)
You murdered them kids, Jenny, that blood’s on you
You know CHOP was a setup by your boys in the blue
Terror
down the road
In the meantime just hope that you're happy
Meanwhile I clash with my morality
When i'm by your side my only wish is immortality
Control
run me up 100 figures
And take my finger off the fucking trigger
I'm feeling inconsistent how you feeling
You saying I don't love you how you figure
Ten thousand ran it up like a winner
She gone swallow eat that nut up for dinner
Summer stunting in the cut for the winter
I was clutching finger
Shawty shaking ass, made a bitch wanna figure
Man a bitch is pullin' up, put a finger onna trigger
Ima count another bill, man this shit getting bitter
The
Culture
Trippin in the summer
Like I'm falling in the autumn
Poppin like that collar
You can't stop me
I'm a baller
And my mind is always taller
cnd You can Google it
be up by the next verse
cnd This is real life
You live In the metaverse
I'm Killing up in the booth
Wonna ride? Bring
Doors are shut the crates are dry
We scraping by on flavored ice
I always aspire to be a good driver, remain in the light
When only the gangster's are
The sharpest tool in the
Shed getting dumb high
Lord knows a peace of mind is hard to come by
Yo ain't it crazy how
He unsigned avoiding bloodsuckers
another song with my finger on the trigger
As I'm staring at the mirror
Do these words always have to come
From a place of pain and misery
For you
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