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Letra : Summer Time
(Enrgy made this one)
Woah
Woah
Damn, ayy
All these bad b*t*hes love my music, I be f**kin' fans
Off Patrón and champagne in the club, do your f**kin' dance
Nasty-ass b*t*h out here trickin', she gon' f**k for bands
You ain't got no dog sh*t on you, where your rubber bands?
I'll make it rain, make it storm in this b*t*h, I'm the thunder man
Used to cook— is that butter, man?
Bad b*t*h ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man
You the type of n***a probably tell on your brother, damn
Almost had to beat a n***a ass, that's my brother's friend
b*t*h, I'm left handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In the room full of bad b*t*hes, I'm in mother land
Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter man
n***a said that he was gon' do what? What the f**k you sayin'?
I get so motherf**kin' high, how the f**k you land?
I get kicked out of hotels, how the f**k you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the f**k you playin'?
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Ayy, how the f**k it's summertime, but it's cold as f**k?
Ran off on the plug, well, you bold as f**k
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as f**k
I'm finna hit up on my b*t*h like, "Come on, let's f**k"
Got a surprise for a b*t*h, I tell a ho, "Guess what?"
b*t*h trippin' over shoes
Catch your balance, lil' b*t*h, you better not waste my cup
n***a better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt
Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt
I was up a hundred last April, I can't make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Ayy, just because I came from out the hood
Just because I came from— ah
Just because I came from the hood— ah
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Count so much motherf**kin' money, I got paper cuts
I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut
Let a bad b*t*h break my heart, I can't take this up
Why the f**k you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' dump?
b*t*h, I could've ran for president, but I ain't no Trump
Why the f**k you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust
b*t*h, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' f**k
I can't fall in love with no b*t*h, 'cause it ain't no trust
Oh, are you, are you talkin' 'bout like, like, like you and me? Oh
b*t*h, it ain't no f**kin' you and me like it ain't no us
I just pulled up in a wide body like this ain't no truck
Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck
Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck
I just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts
We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like who racing us?
I'll smoke a n***a by myself, get to facin' blunts
I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Woah
Woah
Damn, ayy
All these bad b*t*hes love my music, I be f**kin' fans
Off Patrón and champagne in the club, do your f**kin' dance
Nasty-ass b*t*h out here trickin', she gon' f**k for bands
You ain't got no dog sh*t on you, where your rubber bands?
I'll make it rain, make it storm in this b*t*h, I'm the thunder man
Used to cook— is that butter, man?
Bad b*t*h ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man
You the type of n***a probably tell on your brother, damn
Almost had to beat a n***a ass, that's my brother's friend
b*t*h, I'm left handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In the room full of bad b*t*hes, I'm in mother land
Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter man
n***a said that he was gon' do what? What the f**k you sayin'?
I get so motherf**kin' high, how the f**k you land?
I get kicked out of hotels, how the f**k you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the f**k you playin'?
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Ayy, how the f**k it's summertime, but it's cold as f**k?
Ran off on the plug, well, you bold as f**k
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as f**k
I'm finna hit up on my b*t*h like, "Come on, let's f**k"
Got a surprise for a b*t*h, I tell a ho, "Guess what?"
b*t*h trippin' over shoes
Catch your balance, lil' b*t*h, you better not waste my cup
n***a better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt
Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt
I was up a hundred last April, I can't make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Ayy, just because I came from out the hood
Just because I came from— ah
Just because I came from the hood— ah
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Count so much motherf**kin' money, I got paper cuts
I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut
Let a bad b*t*h break my heart, I can't take this up
Why the f**k you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' dump?
b*t*h, I could've ran for president, but I ain't no Trump
Why the f**k you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust
b*t*h, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' f**k
I can't fall in love with no b*t*h, 'cause it ain't no trust
Oh, are you, are you talkin' 'bout like, like, like you and me? Oh
b*t*h, it ain't no f**kin' you and me like it ain't no us
I just pulled up in a wide body like this ain't no truck
Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck
Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck
I just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts
We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like who racing us?
I'll smoke a n***a by myself, get to facin' blunts
I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
