Lyrics:
they box the nigga in' I'm running every lane
Family over everything, I put that shit on everything
Getting it with my niggas, yea we headin home
[Kaveo]
Bullshit ain`t nothin
You see we gone keep this thuggin
and mean muggin jump until it`s a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring the real
that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose
Don`t make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress
I let that orange box
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
I could have been a great man, but look, it was me who stood in the way of that
I was taken aback by the things that God wasn't taking back
I
my nigga mama cry
Like why we live and build bonds with people that gotta die
So bro save me a seat in heaven if I qualify
In this cold world it's hard
me feeling like it's summer Whole clique doing what we wanna No snitching around here
No Gunna
Hit em with the
Stone cold stunna
Hit him with the
Elbow
things I need to say but they'd read my rights
Same as any another day, liaison with my brother, safe
I pray son, it's gonna change
Waiting on the summer
Niggas wanna know, niggas wanna know
If we in the box, in the studio
Are we going hard, are we going home
Just leave me alone
Niggas wanna know
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
Never wrong, never dogged, out yo brother
Cause you love him, you kept him covered
When it got dirty, you was the plumber, summer breeze
Could shine its
it’s tucked
Clique by the hummy we up
Sex life
Head right
Best life
We fucking for the summer
(we like)
Sex life
Head right
Best life
We fucking for
Blowin’ O’s, that we doin’ every night
Couple homies rollin’ wit’ me
That’s on every flight
White paper, fire weed, call it cherry slice
New bitch, she
Written and recorded by Hank Snow
(spoken)
Well howdy boys, howdy, man, man it sure seems like a long time
Since I last rode down this old trail.
you see we still here
I made it through it that's the perseverance I was out shedding my fears
Cuz no one cared for my tears
Baby steps I made my way
fucking to our song
It's Dr. Jones by Aqua it's a banger ya'll
When I see you and your eyes
All I feel is butterflies
And it's my oh my, we can die tonight
feel)
A young nigga sellin' fruity by the pound (that's how ya feel)
And I got the best white in the town (that's how ya feel)
.45 on my lap, it's
at the rap show
June Jay slay my ex-bitch call me Azos
You the one for me (You my bitch)
Look you in your eyes while you sucking me
It's written all over your
Another day another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way
has its own shit
The more you try to understand, the more we're fucking losing
There's power in the brain, but the people ain't using it
Now I'm
Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover
I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your
whole body for us
Now we into it because your ass is like a hobby to us
You influence all of your likes and you like that
I'm not moved by it
I move by it
Like tom holland in spider man your boy gotta stay on the scene
Cop it all just to paint it black
And we taking our summer back
Hype tracks you know how
cuz
It’s Summer
And you know
It’s Summer
And you know
A few hours pass we watch the sun go down
Gotta change clothes so we can run the town
Hit
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