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Leaned back with my feet on the dash
Before I know it we're gone
Summer nights like these go by so fast
Wishing we could find some way to make it last
Straight out of BC
We takin' the sound to the world, you see
They don't really like me talkin' my shit like the OG's did
They hatin' on me 'cause
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
There was Perfumed Gordon the hairdresser
And nobody did make it clear
Why a rude boy called Taylor
Cried out "Hello Sailor"
And something about ginger
Now I'm rewindin' in my summer beach house
If I'm not in the studio, I'm out on tour
Bustin' my ass to make my fans' future secure
Nowadays everybody
and a half
I just need a beach
With a bag full of cash
I just need the heat (ay)
And i get it all summer
You looking good Bitch
That ass bigger than a Hummer
I
the horror
Stories of my past life
I been having visions where I'm
Sipping on my last light
Poison in the palace from the
Chalice of my past wife
Murdered by
you're life)
Every year everybody be waitin' on me to do this (I know)
It's crazy how Karen Civil robbed Joyner Lucas (Karen)
Funny thing about it is we
eyes
Boy, you really got me by surprise
Last summer night and we were just living
Sky full of stars and my perfect feeling
Hi, July
Little white dress,
up
Did too much, now we wake in Tijuana
Don't wan cause no harm
Just wan have some fun
Just wan live this life
Just wan roll the dice
Party summer
to fret
It will be back another day
This time of year
Slips by so fast
So pour me another round
Let's try to make it last
The summer's finally here
It's no
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
Seven flights last month
Seven days, then I'm gone
Want Cali weed in my lungs
On a beach out in the sun
Want some peace for the summer
Making heat
confusion
Missing and making the grade
The very first time I must confess
I thought you'd be like all of the rest
And we'd be strangers once again
By
the streets
We all got anger issues, trying to make a bitch bleed
Half a year later, nigga summer sixteen
Niggas wake up eight a.m. and we hit the beach
We
and fightings. And we did the bed event in amsterdam
and the bag piece in vienna just to give people an
idea, that there's many ways of protest and this is
one
limits (limits)
So we ain't finished winning boy, aye!
Aiiight...
Helluva summer goddamn it was hot (hot)
Can't get caught witcha hand in the pot (pot)
never coming back
And this sample really hit my soul
Remember we was kids wish that we could bring those summers back
We be like la di da di da
let our
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you
Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
Brag, to your grandkids about how life is golden
So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib
Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did
this that Master P
Gun slang (gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (on the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm
straight into the Village to check out the scene
One day on the job the foreman said
"Hey Danny Boy we think you're a fag
With your ponytail and that
're stress free, yeah we're living life
Going buck wild, boy we getting loud
Summer days are 'bout that summer feel
I'm blocking out all that negativity
I'm
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