CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : All Summer
I be standin' on a whole like
Whole type other different sh*t, like
n***as don't be what I'm on, sh*t like that, and like
That sh*t really be hard to explain, though
I don't be trippin' on all that other sh*t, though
f**k them hoes for life (Damn, Myst, you got one)
f**k them hoes for life, I swear
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah (This sound like Quel)
Flex all summer
'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter
Ain't no runner
All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God)
We'll stop sh*t up, no plumber (What else?)
We'll mop sh*t like your mama
We'll pop sh*t like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah)
The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh)
These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do)
Ain't no more love inside (Nope)
These n***as want me to die, but I can't die, boy, I up that fire
Naw, for real
Naw, for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel
These n***as be envy, these n***as ain't real
These b*t*hes be playin' both sides for real
Free Kodak, just popped me a pill
I'm ridin' like wheels, I'm dyin' to live
You got a chopper, I got a chopper
'Bout these dollars, I'm dyin' right here
Naw, for real
Stop that flexin', what's your reason?
I just might go Long Live Mexico (Skrrt), go cop me that Demon
I just might go buy the Texaco, the one right there on Bleveland
Do this sh*t here for the trenches, free the menace, them my people
Whole type other different sh*t, like
n***as don't be what I'm on, sh*t like that, and like
That sh*t really be hard to explain, though
I don't be trippin' on all that other sh*t, though
f**k them hoes for life (Damn, Myst, you got one)
f**k them hoes for life, I swear
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Yeah (This sound like Quel)
Flex all summer
'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter
Ain't no runner
All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God)
We'll stop sh*t up, no plumber (What else?)
We'll mop sh*t like your mama
We'll pop sh*t like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah)
The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh)
These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do)
Ain't no more love inside (Nope)
These n***as want me to die, but I can't die, boy, I up that fire
Naw, for real
Naw, for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel
These n***as be envy, these n***as ain't real
These b*t*hes be playin' both sides for real
Free Kodak, just popped me a pill
I'm ridin' like wheels, I'm dyin' to live
You got a chopper, I got a chopper
'Bout these dollars, I'm dyin' right here
Naw, for real
Stop that flexin', what's your reason?
I just might go Long Live Mexico (Skrrt), go cop me that Demon
I just might go buy the Texaco, the one right there on Bleveland
Do this sh*t here for the trenches, free the menace, them my people
