Lyrics:
summer tunes
On a cloud in the sky that's where I'll lie
Bottom's up gonna call up the crew
We're gonna live like livings the only thing to do
Singing
out on the town with the crew and my main goal I gotta get over you
So we pull up to this club in town and I see you in a room and I buy you a round
You
I’m feeling alright
Alright
Verse: 2
We blowing up in the streets
No car bomb
Tried to get high
And took off like Neil Armstrong
Ended up in this
when we've won)
(We're born, we die, we reignite with you
So don't run)
Listen up, my friend, it's not the end
Your family lives inside this hollow
worthless our lives are to the justice system
I struggle, to explain the situation to my son, it's hard
[Verse Two]
N****z with knowledge is more
Waka
Told all the opps, suck my dick
If you pull up, you get put in a spliff
Hop out the V, two deep, bro flock and he feinding and itching to run up
Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
We stole two Charolais
come here bitch bitch come here bitch come here bitch bitch (were a trill nigga live)
[verse 2]
You say you got your shit strait you ain't worried
up til two
Don't have to roll with no crew
So how 'bout ditch your crew too
Just need to pop a new rock
Those hazel blue eyes
Ain't easy to come by
a guest on springer
so you'd better hold you bets, man
we some dead ringers
come one come all to my players ball
and dance to some shit you can't get
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas
ain't even gotta say shit
Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit
Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'
Whether it's me,
that thing
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus:]
You finally get
Err, come on
brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (err)
I'm in the hood (ah), eighty k house, million dollar neck (uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred
up so I gotta keep the AK
People acting fake, people always acting two-faced
Made some money yesterday, make some more today
Put my mind on lockdown
How we come up
By pulling up
Promise we gon' live it up
This for my ballers world-wide, state
To state,
City
To city,
We on the rise
Turn my music high
you some power
Run up ya block
Speak a lil louder
Don't ever stop
Live by the dollar
Ice out the squad
Become a baller
Get you a yacht
In my Gucci
sing it like Frozen
Let it go come back and repeat, (again and again and again)
With this Digga get Chingy (ying dat)
Or sweetcorn I’ll roast his wiggy,
(VERSE 1)
All caught up in a crazy dance
Living on rhythm and circumstance
All washed up, can?t you see?
That?s your problem!
Make a change in our
picks made it turn into crop a crew
Sometimes I get diabolical
That's part of my own biological
I talk my shit how I live it
No longer mad got em livid
on some Mobb shit
Mobb shit
Mobb one
Mobb two
An then I got a Mobb for when there's else to do
Get used to the crew.
What?
See all young
trust no cops
Driving around with two mitts in my socks
Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money
Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is
Quarter ticket, half a ticket
Whole mill, Holyfield (Go!)
Get it how you fucking live
I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who )
Give a fuck bout how you
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