Lyrics:
summer
Shining sun, yup I mean summer
I want Summer, I love summer
Dog days, its my kind of summer
I love summer, I love summer
Infinite supply of summer
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
love to stare cause dey know dey see da money.
I open up a mind by openin bank accounts,
Deposit a 100 stacks, break up or take it out.
Baby dats
and laughter
Homicide is humor and nigga you looking funny
Women love to stare cause they know they see the money
I open up my mind by opening bank accounts
the time they wanna fight its a minor things
I could never be defined by designer things
Dont mean i aint working to supply em things
On me beef and drama
My love is a fever
My love is a fable
My love is jazz licks
Improvised by toddlers
Bold Ulysses by nursery rhyme
And firelight
My love is
Thank you for spending your time
Listening to this album
Let's go
This is not a diss it's a challenge
Creativity is amiss not talent
Our identity is
shame
By any means you gotta earn is the lesson to gain
Hide my flaws through scars no time for the pain
I wana feel but in love with the novacaine
boy talk but they ain't on nun
Get man down crease like his Air Force ones
I love big yangs and I love big drums
And I love me a ting with brilliant bum
me
Gah damn ain't it crazy how I'm in love with you
Kissing the air till your love fills my lungs
I'm getting high, oh, I'm getting high off the love
ain't never seen a girl like you
Love in your eyes, thick thighs all the supplies
Always gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Cause you full of surprises, you
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But somethin' 'bout it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
with them
And by them
I mean the people that you grew up with
And you would give a rib for
The snake from the Garden of Eden
It bit them
They're the ice
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
still want to know when the album comin? out
Ask the teenagers, O?Gs and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don?t
come to find out it's a crisis in my way
Everybody's panicking, saying that everything's wrong
So much fear in the air what is going on?
So I say: Trust
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
that I can't help but sigh
Cause you took my breath away, I don't know how I get by
Without fresh air I need a new supply
So meet me underneath the palm
every time I'm by you!
This my second album, I'm back with the hits (Wit' the hits)
On the Rise was a hit, but this shits the illest (It's the illest)
Come on
We gon' see it through
More than just an album, this is DS2
Gotta be ready to go as soon as He said move
Rebuking any evil and them demons
this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by
air Supply When you See me you Back a live Brooklyn Where She Reside
Cooking mama style In Front of Law Shuck and jive Holding hands Say nothing to Hide
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