Lyrics:
think that bitch
Summer is yours, she could be cheating on you
Ya heard?
Uh, just got me feeling like opium
I'm tryna dance with the loaded M
Open up
write the loan
Soft pull equifax it's on
Did you get my email honey
She say please stay by the phone
Tell that boy you need a 50
Get a dub get it
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
And they gone parole me early I'll be home before your birthday
June 18th his parole date
Turn 18 July 5th
I'll be back from summer school I gotta break
past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
The second verse is for my
said he heard the angels singing, "Cabin on the Hill"
Through the springtime he was groaning
"The good times are past and gone"
By the summer she was
It's so bittersweet now
When you know what you lost
Donnie was the boy you always wanted by your side
Donnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for
Before my second year of college, you were barely seventeen.
I was haulin' hay for your Daddy, an' you brought me a glass of tea.
To a farm boy
Looking up to dope boys, I thought it was dope boy
They was selling coke, boy
Even in the summer, they be distributing snow, boy
Quality control, boy
Glock
of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain't lost it
And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it
I ain't playing, boy I'm
Once did I figure, could have triggered your deeds
Lost twice I remember no more happy endings
Thrice new beginnings, new beginnings on me
Look up
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
This perfect harmony we can't replace
I felt so lost until I found your grace
Stood surrounded by the summer rain
The things I'd do to see your face
Summer Barbecue
Been Doin' Time like Sublime
Arizona Boy
Country Drip Like A Faucet
Jesus and Muhammad on my team
That's all Prophet
All the Stars Lord
the call
Five in a week
Now you're the man
Doin' everything your fake friends can
Used to be the good boy with the plan
Bit from the tree
Fall in Bloomington
Five dollars to hold them
The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars
Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling
Inorganic
when I talk and you don't seem impressed
But it's hard to get right, when all I ever see is death
Lost so many souls this summer, sitting, thinking, who
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
beater by the second and we always hit all net
By the gross is what we net, I think Nike sending checks
Like gymnast gotta flex, I’m on the westside hit up
It was Old Town Key West down on Duval Street
Tendin' bar on a hot summer day
She walked in with a big Texas "Howdy"
Said, "Boy won't you pour me
working nine to five
I got my n**** by my side
Why you holding on that nine
Why you lurking what's inside
I see the pain all in your eyes
You be working
up, need second fee
Look like money, smell like weed
I've been official, referees
How you fucking with a G?
I do me, they just pree
Used to do my show
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