Lyrics:
knew that I'd be here, so if you ask me how I feel (what?)
I'ma just tell you, it's everything that I expected, bitch (boi, boi)
Hands up in the air,
hear the waves and the cicadas all around?
I can make anything real
Brain so hot, it's a summer body
Every day is blue and never cloudy
Don't look
Knowing everything from there on must be right
Just a notion
But somehow I know I'm not wrong
If it's our destiny
There's nothing we can do
how my OG would sum it up
I been working all winter just to fuck the summer up
It's just me and 2 Chainz
But the chain's never tucked though
If you
eyes, swear it's just a mirage
Still got my training wheels in the garage
But I ain't gonna need those, I'ma go hard (go hard)
So far, I've done pretty
the band
For a little late-night jam
Let it steal your soul
We'll just sail away into the summer night
Everything gonna be all right if you're lost
The second time around, you know it really got me down.
Sister don't you judge it, just keep it to yourself now.
And if you ain't got nothing good
be gone by the winter
The girl you'll remember forever, that summer
That summer love, never knowing when or how
In the moment getting wild, it's just
little problem that we got to solve
It like it ain't about the money, we got to handle the job
No colors or rags, just guns and masks
We not scared
Just a touch of love, a little bit
Say hello to the Ingle-born spitter (spitter)
Sing along to the (ay) tunes out the womb, got my Pringle
knew that I'd be here, so if you ask me how I feel (what?)
I'ma just tell you, it's everything that I expected, bitch (boi, boi)
Hands up in the air,
There outside her home
Oh, I'm a little old country boy
Just a young'un in my teens
I don't gamble, drink or swear
And she did this to me
Mama said son
[Nas]
Don't hurt nuttin..
[Chorus]
A teenage thug (you can't tell them shit)
A teenage thug (nigga just chasin his dick)
A teenage thug (he
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
Walking down the street, watching ladies
I got by watching you, watching you
I want you, like if I ain't got nothing to do
He's a goner, hey, you just
Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer's day
Warriors both of course
One little chap then
To the young mothers
I feel ya, I know how it is
(Mama's just a little girl)
Don't nobody understand i feel ya
She was born a heavy set
Girl with
Rebellious and Margielas'll chip you for designer
Belt buckles and clout, overzealous if prone to violence
Make the wrong turn, be it will or the wheel
Hold on
Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
It'll get better
Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
When this whole beat drop we just
In this album there's a picture
Of the ladies at Daniela's
You can tell it's from the eighties
By the volume of their hair
There's Usnavi, just
have never seen or heard before
This something, this thing I wish to share with y'all today (go 'head)
You know, it's hotter than fire
And it hurt
thirty-two and I was only eighteen
She likes to freak, she's just a fiend
It really didn't matter when I saw her in jeans
I want to big freak, fat
sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai
And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts
But, girls, you can just open 'em
Dad ain't making it home
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
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