Lyrics:
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
girl you know ima take my turn
And you know it ain't bullshit
Call shots like a poolpit
Just love me now
Don't play round
Up in a place where we don't
foreigns, she come in Ubers
Thot box fancy, expensive exclusive
Nigga slow it down, we got all night, off the Düsse and the crown
I know that you want me,
call the plumber
A nigga hot, like ten summers
Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
My money long, like ten Hummers
I been getting to the money
we're at the pay window
Or whatever you call it
Put my hand in my pocket
I can't believe there's no wallet!
And the lady at the window's like,
"Well,
ass a box of Cheerios
Fill him up with holes, yeah, that's a box of Cheerios
It's a bloody summer, yeah, it's a bloody summer, yeah
The way this choppa'
like
Uh miss Donna Karen, bubble gum smacker
Style it like Aaliyah
Put the fitted on backwards
Miss Donna Karen, I'm wishin we was older
Lets watch "The
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
my guns and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where
the now
I risk it all for peace, pleasure
This the legend of the Faust
Scribing the scriptures
Calibre different
They can't get me for clout
Summers
locked up
Hot stuff like Donna Summer, another number one-r
And comin' from the underground, this is how it's comin' down
Baby let me run it down
Mos
a clean mouth clean arms
Clean skin
We ain't gon call this battle a murder
It's a clean win nigga
Nigga that's beam mouth, beam arm, beam skin
Chest shot he
Neon lights
Neon lights, city nights, in the glow we collide
Electric dreams, it seems, we're racing with the tide
Future's call, echoes through
They gone wait til its dark then they pop out
I call him Shawn Carter got rocks now
My nigga get work Ima box out
Too much clientele the stock out
We
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
on standby
"K. Dot, what up? I heard they opened up Pandora’s box"
I box ‘em all in, by a landslide
Nah homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
a brick back,
Now I'ma move it by day nigga six macks,
And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps,
Forty cals, S.k's with no kick back,
Get
that they left
Home Alone, by myself
Cause in the end we all account for our sins
Not our friends not our kin not the ones from back then
It’s bad
and bricks, I give her dick for a storage fee
You talk slick but can't afford to be
And we don't call it beef until I'm sendin' hits where your daughters be
Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer
Now I need me a boo thing for the summer
We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer
You can't tie me
the hood, we call him Rain Man
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
I want my niggas rich by summer seventeen
(All my niggas, let's go!)
I want my
summers
Ten summers, ten summers
I been getting to the money the last ten summers
My money long, like ten Hummers
That nigga full of shit, somebody call
Summer
Rollin round the
Rollin' through the city I can't help but text yo number
'Member when we kicked it like Liu Kang all through the Summer
I
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