Lyrics:
asked me if I was comin' to city you from
Maybe we should kick it, I was interested, that would be dumb
If I denied long legs, good ears, great taste
know the ins and the outs and I can spit it wicked
Twisted And you can see by the look of my face
Give me the mic and I'ma mangle it tangle it
go on then, go on then
This is how we're doing it
Right about now yeah wunsen
Yo I'm like no other
Try come clash me, please don't bother
Put Skepta
(Shake the taser)
Runnin' real hard shake the taser (Shake the taser)
I told him can we split it, we gon' shake 'em
Nigga hit my phone when you made it
as a whole
It's healthy like the Boy
Better Know tee business j's my witness
I'm a musician, ask Skepta
Three of us talk, then we make a decision
You know me I
Never needed your clearance ain't paying that price
I don't need interference I know what that's like
What you want me to do
I'd never make it out
tellin' me to stand for somthin'
I can't waste my time, did that off the Xans or somthin'
Spend a couple bands, took that to Japan or somthin'
It was all
(If we just hold on, hold on, hold on) can we just make it to Christmas?
Make it to Christmas
Don't know what I'll say to dad when he sees the empty
wait for the sunrise
It feels like
We know each other
United by summer
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Is it your smile that turns me on
Is it the city's summer vibe
When
can't stop them we spot him we got him you know we gone drop him
I bring it in by the pound
I bring it in by the pound
I bring it in by the pound yeah
I
you the one who brought me out here
You'll make him regret being so near
You'll make sure that everything's so clear
Snap out of it Tails, conquer your
Make a lot of money
(Then I'm gonna)
And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this
Crazy scene
[B.o.B]
It ain't a question to me
Look at me
I know what I
tankin'
No limit to where I can take it
And you know me as a Cris bottle sender
Check picker upper
I thought we looked out for one another
Saw us all
interview
Ooh, all that drama and that gossip, he can miss me
Ooh, how the hell a broke nigga try to fix me?
Pretty bitch summer, got the whole gang
Hot pink when you open up my sweet thighs
Pull you in, and your life can begin, 'cause it's early days
Will you still be there for me
Now I'm yours
to say
Everybody that we name we just wanna say hey
To all my friends
I just wanna say
I hope you have a
Great summer break
I know I will
Make it
Let’s get it on for the summer
If you wanna vibe
I can be your summer guy
We can turn up every night
Baby don't be shy
Tell me what's on your mind
When
not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know
pistols, all reloaded, they can never decode me
Bought a house before the Rollie (summer)
Hundred packs before the AP, done it solo, so I'm lonely
'm scared, I'm angry
When I'm tired, I'm so tired that it makes me angry
When I'm happy, I don't know how to enjoy it, and that makes me angry
I wanna talk
chance we should find
That it can be for you and I
Then girl I'll try
I'll try
Oh baby
Darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
chance we should find
That it can be for you and I
Then girl I'll try
I'll try
Oh baby
Darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
the others baby I don’t play it safe
Just tell me what you want and I’ll do what it takes, yeah
You know that the summer ain’t enough time to make you mine
ball my clammy hands into fists by my sides
Every step I take, I can hear an echo
I glance around and realise it's me
It's my shoes they clatter across
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