Lyrics:
the summer
[chours]
I hit the club with a mug so mean
got them niggas like who the fuck is that?
then I hopped up out the car so clean
got them hoes like who
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(tear the club up nigga! -> 2x)
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(tear
No matter what the weather, we be getting our cheddar
So we can have a better tomorrow
Oh, money, cars, superstars, getting ours, working hard
For
to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Maybe we can all
is doing every thing
he can...) Forget about the car horn, let?s just win this thing!
Champion: Hahah, you?re right.
Donald: What wonderful veteran
be rich man that ain’t even optional
Pull up to the club you know we be wilding
I know how to dress uh I don’t need a stylist
Rent a car in Cali gotta
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
'em
This that fly doctrine, me and my Pittsburgh partner, Slim
And you can tell which car's mine
Cabriolet and Italian design, interior white wine
Right about now, I'm about to show you how good we are (I'm in the club, I'm)
(Good), I look so, (good), the car look
(Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm
never be Nic
Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy
Mean stew chicken, and bake him a couple of cookies
Dick on veteran, ain't fuckin' with rookies
American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand
This is Mafia, veterans'll plan
Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw
I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus
was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So
to notice you when they notice me
And you can have it all free of charge
I know you like European cars
Take, take a look at my garage
Make, make and we can
in his car seat
Prescription medication is messing with my heartbeat
But If I'm drunk and drowsy I won't drive, you can have my car keys
I remember in
so i act like you know
If they take mine ima level the score
Go to the club ain’t back home till like 4
But first i need some gars so let’s stop
a living Legend
I was stuffin denims in 09 if I must address 'em
This sauce cost a arm and a leg like a army veteran
Fuck yo nigga he a hamburger
Lil' baby
poppin' rubber bands, I can make that better, hurt
What you need, I got that, man, she wanna slide down my banister
Composite, non-veteran, I get broccoli,
playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss from a Dixie cup
If you ever
to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple
I body bars, bury them in the yard
Roll 'em up in a rug in the trunk of my car
Leave threatening messages on napkins & cards
Waiting for the first
doin' donuts, that's my breakfast
Nigga
Okay, you got soldiers, I got veterans, nigga
And I got that white like
One Direction nigga, Kesha, nigga
Only God
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