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Summer happiness, bringing us to ease.

Chorus
Feel the sunshine, let it warm your soul,
By the ocean, where the waves just roll.
Summer days, where

buried somewhere
But I could unearth it
I never move shaky
I'm never uncertain
I never bought her purses no designer bags
I got her Jordan 3s with the hang

foreign show em light on the other sides of them doors
And what you dream if you solid a one day be yours
Of course when it rains it pours of course you

what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat

[Verse 1]
Woke up in a California king
Gold watch, gold chain, gold ring
I know they admire my movements
I been partyin' since Tuesday
Every day

print you think  
This is how I react  
City view from the balcony rap  
From the land of lost souls  
Where the alchemy's at  Solid gold from a mere

Been real one since day one on my campaign aint a thang changed
KK to my Gucci Mane gave ya everything aint a small thing
Do anything except play me

with better words
Im a microphone controller
They be frightened when I roll up
In a solid gold hearse
This a solid gold verse
Yeah I spot you with that

Simon Says [US Remix]

Redman

Internal Affairs [Clean]

1999

ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in

just a gnat
My stepper can't be televised, he's known to twitch like Kai Cenat
All of my ropes is gold, I'm usin' them bitches to tie up the sack
I

3 Steps behind, life might just pass us by
Relapse in my arms
Im worshipped in the after life, see
If you didn't know baby
Ima motherfucking god baby

Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama

Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama

One
Two
Three
Four
She said "don't stop, I want more"
Can't get enough cant get enough tomorrow she'll be sore
Her ex blowing up her phone, she on my

I had so many hard days yeah
Stuffing ‘hunnids in these balmains it’s getting tight
Pain never changed but I changed my life
Dolce gabanna on my feet

orange trees
Did not offer any fruits
And all the goats had died

Hungarians didn’t know what to do
They prayed and prayed and prayed for three months
By

fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch

more I've stepped ashore
My sailing days are over, oh
Time and tide and by your side
Together we'll grow old

I threw my sea bag in the bin
And brought

with the trick
Years pass by, now you stuck with the trick
Fighting more and more now you're fed up with the trick
But you knew that was a [ho] when

gold
That's a gold, that's a chain, that's a gold

That's a key, that's a gold
I ain't even fuckin' trippin' by you hoes
Thanks for watching

late
We would party all night yea until the next day
Gino g to my side when we slide to the bay
That's my dawg that's my brother still talk to em this

Said he headed for the top
On the day he got got
Ironic he was shot there
Bloody murder with a chopper
You could tell the doctor
He was dead 'for he

I just might touch feeling I’m DaVinci with divine days brush searching for the perfect bust on the cusp of credible is me hush the fountain of life

might touch feeling I’m DaVinci with divine days brush searching for the perfect bust on the cusp of credible is me hush the fountain of life is the quest