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fucked up Shit it's summer time you know I'm finna cut up Aye We getting summer time fine Aye aye We getting summer time fine Getting summer time
girl you know ima take my turn And you know it ain't bullshit Call shots like a poolpit Just love me now Don't play round Up in a place where we don't
a gun it's old P, new P Prob'ly layin' in the sun Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga That status go to BI You can fuck
foreigns, she come in Ubers Thot box fancy, expensive exclusive Nigga slow it down, we got all night, off the Düsse and the crown I know that you want me,
call the plumber A nigga hot, like ten summers Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana My money long, like ten Hummers I been getting to the money
like Uh miss Donna Karen, bubble gum smacker Style it like Aaliyah Put the fitted on backwards Miss Donna Karen, I'm wishin we was older Lets watch "The
we're at the pay window Or whatever you call it Put my hand in my pocket I can't believe there's no wallet! And the lady at the window's like, "Well,
ass a box of Cheerios Fill him up with holes, yeah, that's a box of Cheerios It's a bloody summer, yeah, it's a bloody summer, yeah The way this choppa'
Yeah I like it when the girls stop by in the summer Do you remember? Do you remember? When we met that summer? New Kids On The Block had
high Gettin by Livin' life Like if you won't ever Die Da da It's only today Tomorrows too late We all on our way To the star dust From dust we all came
my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee You talk slick but can't afford to be And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where
the now I risk it all for peace, pleasure This the legend of the Faust Scribing the scriptures Calibre different They can't get me for clout Summers
locked up Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down Baby let me run it down Mos
a clean mouth clean arms Clean skin We ain't gon call this battle a murder It's a clean win nigga Nigga that's beam mouth, beam arm, beam skin Chest shot he
Neon lights Neon lights, city nights, in the glow we collide Electric dreams, it seems, we're racing with the tide Future's call, echoes through
Yeah I like it when the girls stop by in the summer Do you remember? Do you remember? When we met that summer? New Kids On The Block had
They gone wait til its dark then they pop out I call him Shawn Carter got rocks now My nigga get work Ima box out Too much clientele the stock out We
Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora's box" I box 'em all in, by a landslide Nah, homie, we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets I make
a brick back, Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks, And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps, Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back, Get
that they left Home Alone, by myself Cause in the end we all account for our sins Not our friends not our kin not the ones from back then It’s bad
Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer Now I need me a boo thing for the summer We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer You can't tie me
and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee You talk slick but can't afford to be And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
the hood, we call him Rain Man I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen (All my niggas, let's go!) I want my
summers Ten summers, ten summers I been getting to the money the last ten summers My money long, like ten Hummers That nigga full of shit, somebody call
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