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don't get caught by that liquor store)
Shots (go), shots (shit), shots (Swerv'), shots (we finna go the liquor store)
Shot (take a shot), shot (shot),

Lil Uzi?
Bro gon' throw that shit back, call it a flea flicker
Freak bitch tryna get down with me off of the cheap liquor
Fucked up, thinking inside

the people we select to protect us?
Everybody get it? The script is on the walls
I'd rather have the NSA listen to my calls
Open your eyes, prepare for

fuckin most pit
Paint yo' city black make it Gothic
Fill it up with smoke hot box it
Fighting for my life I be boxing
Bitch I'm fucking crazy that's

you don't mind, Imma kick it, recline like that
Baby we can ride like that, you can unwind relax, summer time kick back, yeah
Summer time kick back

em I'mma get the witness, teach 'em more of this
We never sing not even on a song where the chorus is
Dig the hole, get the wood box bring the florist

We took shoestrings, lemon drops and chips from the deli
Knocked 'em out the box with spinner tops and skelly
"Do it, you'll get to it," what Mr.

or two
Maybe this morning we were strangers, but not by this afternoon
We hang until the sun comes up, end up on somebody's rooftop
Go to the Box

Head against the sky
with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore,
saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your

dangreous summers i
Was just a thug nigga
Workin' for drug dealers
And neighbour runners by the age 13 we
Was gunnin' and it was fun to see the police
Runnin'

than we planned though
Never take my mask off
You can call me mando
So tell me who produced it
Who mixed and mastered it
Wrote the raps and spat 'em
Oh

a diamond
All it take is one call
So don’t you get outta line (sucka)
We getting it, now what the fuck yall doin?
Cash money, young money
Bitch we fuckin do

on bring the money bags out.

We got money! In the building kinda shit nigga
Yameen

Let me hip you to da game

Itspunkinbitch


Give me head keep it

shade but I'm chillin' by your money tree
Which means getting bread's no problem
Yall' cats need a prayer, call Creflo Dollar
The women never hit you

last
Cuz If I'm here today Baby I'm here to stay around
Now that it's winter time you back around me
Summer time ain't we time
She come back round my way

we made it this far? Je ne se pas.

They Call it Litha, from the sun it takes it's name. 
It must be summer again.

Would you meet me for a spritzer by

from the south
Drop off J-town 
Pick up hounds 
Take'em straight to the house 
Kilos by deuce 
Breaking it down by a pound 
Cut a pinche Puto
Just like

I'm a wanna be beach bum in the midwest
Been waiting for the summer
When the weather's at its best
Yea Chicago's pretty cool
But the waves aren't for

If we got beef it aint no bovine
I'm in the streets with the heat string your life up on a clothesline
Bullet holes will open closed minds
Chrome 9

just feel imma get it soon

I'm know I'm Caribbean but I feel Taliban
By the way that I bring the boom

We needed a summer time tune
Well this that

might call me Houdini
Perfect match with a shawty
We vibing
She's on her knees, sexy while rocking a beanie
Bitch
I get it
Envy making you hate
You're

off-white socks, air pods in i'm keeping it quiet
Feel more drunk every minute goes by, the fact i'm feeling this plane go higher
Leaving the airport on route

Black Head against the sky
Between the rocks that run down to the sea
Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more
I stood by your

What do you think about it
Oh, it's amazing
Whenever you're done with it, just make sure you put it up, okay
Okay

I'm just a box of parts, not too