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SLAY!
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Summrs
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Hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids, hunnids He slayed this one Whole lotta hunnids Whole lotta hunnids Boy, you f**king with a soldier Hunnids, hunnids, hundons! [Chorus: Summrs} Slay, you did it with this one Which one I pick, I pick this one Drank, it go straight to my liver We posted up with them- soldiers We posted up with them killers Choppa hit hard, he gon' feel this My (?) down bad Now the b*t*h wanna f**k ’cause we flex in our Trillers F**k n***a say he don't like me, well f**k You gon' do something ’bout it, come kill me We balling out all year And these lame a** n***as still sitting on the benches Soon as I get enough racks I'ma go ahead Take my lil' n***as out the trenches This b*t*h so bad, but she bald-headed So I guess I gotta go buy her some inches We got a pint of that lean that we sipping We driving that motherf**king stolo Rocking Chanel and that Gucci, that Louis That n***a stay rocking that Ecco Just met a b*t*h off of Twitter Swear she gon' f**k the gang for that promo We took the brain out that coupe so my n***a could shoot out that motherf**king go-zone (Shoot!) We went to Neiman's and Barney's and Sak's Yeah we damn near bought the whole store Went to the party, (?) I came just to take your lil' hoe Yeah, yeah Slay, you did it with this one Got ten bad b*t*hes, like which one? Got Hi-Tech, I’m gon’ sip on You ain't rich like this, get your thrill on To the pack, lil’ b*t*h I'm peeling I've been up, you call me distant Boutta f**k, b*t*h, then I'm dipping In the tree, no mace, I’m pimping We going tropical B*t*h, Argo up, he topical Bad b*t*h gon' suck like popsicle I flood my wrist, that's nautical They gon' call me remarkable B*t*h I'm with Summr, but this sh*t the fall I'm going up, yeah I'm never gon' fall You is a gup, you ain't with me, I'm a shark That b*t*h only want my money Walking clowns, they looking funny Choppa on me like the army B*t*h don't even try to harm me Purple jacket, tee is 'Mani Beaters creased, they creeping on me Get that cheddar, ain't no hobby I'm at the top, you at the lobby, whoa Chyeah, what up, Slay? [Chorus: Summrs} Slay, you did it with this one Which one I pick, I pick this one Drank, it go straight to my liver We posted up with them- soldiers We posted up with them killers Choppa hit hard, he gon' feel this My (?) down bad Now the b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause we flex in our Trillers F**k n***a say he don't like me, well f**k You gon' do something 'bout it, come kill me We balling out all year And these lame a** n***as still sitting on the benches Soon as I get enough racks I'ma go ahead Take my lil' n***as out the trenches
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