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Gone for the Summer
by
Fabolous
Featuring(s) : A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
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It's [?] Gone for the summer, ah You really buggin' out Gone for the summer, ah Gone for the summer, yeah Gone for the summer Gone for the summer, gone for the summer, yeah Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it I never brag, how real I keep it? That's my best secret Nowadays they'll prolly leak it Just because you peep it down, mean you gotta speak it They say the ones who creep is comin' when you at you weakest I think I heard that on "Good Fellas" You make it out now the hood jealous Stay on your toes like a foot fetish We go back the bacon, egg and cheese is that the hood deli And when I did the butter rose I never pour jelly No jealousy over no bread, yeah Hope that ain't go over your head That's word to Casanova, birds be gassed up over You askin' where they from, they actin' like you ask them over See hoes think we all tryna bend their asses over But if the shoe fits wear it with you Fashion Nova Look, once you corny then you stay corny And once it's fuck you, I'ma stay horny Gone (Gone) Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it Let's keep it a hunnid, even Benjamin got a big head Money changes small faces and the big heads We was doin' smalls 'till we got big bread Two words, I'm gone like Big said Everybody got a story to tell And everybody on this earth is one story from Hell One story from Heaven, another story from reverends Always gone too soon, put the story together Put that A to the K, put the to 4 to the 7 For the brag get blown out of your Jordan 11's Good times becomin' a new story or seven Then it's damn, damn, damn, Florida Evans You just say what you did, so your story alleged 20 years I did it, so my story is legend Don't want no beef or you story's veggie Heard 'bout my shooters, all the stories is Reggie Miller, NY killer Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it Yo this might've been my coldest summer ever Sometimes you feel cold even in the summer weather Sometimes the dumb'll make you come with something clever Sometimes it gotta fall apart just to come together Life get puzzlin' but I make the pieces thick Try to pull my card but I make them pieces hit Will never let you assholes make me a piece of shit Could've went to war but I made my peace with it Watch out who you [?] with 'Cause everybody want a slice of the pie But they won't sacrifice for this fly Told niggas life's a gamble, gotta roll the dice 'till you die Pay the cost to be the boss, guess the price was too high They ain't paid attention (Paid attention) Teams break up over player tension You ain't ready gotta play the bench then VP's are playin' dressed in Ice water bath, jeweller put my name in script, that's an ice autograph, nigga Cold summer with the pristine boys And that black and orange ride, [?], boy Richard Mille rose gold on my left wing, boy Plain Jane ain't the flex, I'm investing, boy Gotta switch it up, onto the next, boy You ain't throw back, that's Mitchell & Ness thing, boy Lookin' like you wouldn't pass a diamond testing, boy That shit fake in your ring, fuck you wrestling, boy? (Wrestling, boy) You gotta take it blood Now it's just how you feel when you make it from mud, my nigga Objections you could take to the judge I'm a grinder, not the one that break up the buzz, my nigga If you steal me, you gotta kill me Any real G gotta feel me See the chill me that's the real me But when you force my hand I'ma play the cards you deal me Then I'm gone for the summer Then 'm gone for the summer I'm gone for the summer
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