Cold Summer
Chris Crooks
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Ain't no pussy on my rep, boy don't disrespect it Keep campaigning like you want it you gon' get elected Every problem like a egg, we eat that shit for breakfast Quick to solve any problem, boy we well connected We was drinking at Rusconis and she start undressing I ain't Usher you ain't Chili we can't do confessions I knew I was that nigga when Geezy had the Lexus Now I barely answer texts my energy precious God gave me such a gift so I gotta get tested Boy I used to hate myself and hate my blessing Don't be tryna get close to me if you not invested I got family on my shoulders and it got me stressing I love you to the moon and back, you know you my crescent Tryna get that blue in my pocket just like Evisu Never get too close to a nigga who think he need you Boy just keep cool if you don't chill out we gone freeze you Do it for 4 my people But I don't wanna feed you Think I need a drink to take the edge off Blowing cookie in the air, I got a kush cough What I look like taking orders I'ma whole boss! You know it's a Cold Summer We some Road Runners Running in and out the house we got the door jumpin You know all these niggaz hate us but the hoes love us Couldn't pick between the two so now they bothhhh coming We was on the metro we never drove nothing Had these hoes by the locker writing phone numbers She wanna give me everything but I don't want nothing All my niggaz getting money tryna ownnnnn something We was doing Diadoras, boy you can't afford em Bet my money on myself I feel like Michael jordan I had hoes on my dick when I was talking cordless Solid foundation nigga we done built a fortress Look in the mirror in the morning and I love the portrait Backseat I'm smoking flowers and we rolling orchids I don't hold no grudges Shrug my shoulders, f*ck it They hating on the gram These Niggaz really fans Don't show my picture to yo bitch and try to say we friends I'm running circles round these niggaz like they don't exist Get that pen and that notepad we giving game hoe All I'm tryna do is hustle up a Range Rover You know it's a Cold Summer We some Road Runners Running in and out the house we got the door jumpin You know all these niggaz hate us but the hoes love us Couldn't pick between the two so now they bothhhh coming We was on the metro we never drove nothing Had these hoes by the locker writing phone numbers She wanna give me everything but I don't want nothing All my niggaz getting money tryna ownnnnn something Well connected and respected and they still hating! My living room was shitty too, I really feel Dayton! I was on 7-5, I was with the Sheff! We hit Fresh Way then Chill crib was on the left We was rolling up, played some good music Now we so influenced, and it's so fluent
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