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Busy Summer

by RayTooCold

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I'm tryin' to stay in control, on this hoe Keep that bitch smooth, type shit It's been a busy summer It's been a busy summer Yeah It's been a busy summer I been somewhere ducked off chasing commas Don't care what they say, I can hear em mumble Atrey pull up on us, he blowin' gunja Had to get serious, I ain't gettin' younger I'm up on my grind, I can't lay up under If you dance with the devil, might take you under My city, its hot as a fuckin' sauna RIP Flippa, yeah, Dolph Obama Done been through the sewer, my vision's tunneled I hit from the back, and fucked up her frontal Workin' so hard I ain't had no slumber Time to eat, know you can hear my hunger Ehhday for three months I done made some money Lil' mama, she bad, gon' get me in trouble Just ran up a check time to get another Can't show em my hand, they won't get the upper Got flavor, so my bitches different colors Ain't flexin' my car, it came with some muscle Workin' so much, shit been hard to juggle Foot on the gas to avoid the struggle Study the game like I'm watchin' Hudl Can't kiss me in public, I ain't your lover Locked in like I'm Butler, I'm in a bubble No room in the pocket, Big Ben smothered Your money too funny, must work for chuckles I'm counting this green and he pourin' yellow Do money and meds, make this shit better Took one to the head, now my feelings covered Don't say we were close, when we really wasn't Same team, but you changed on me all of a sudden Just might pull the trigger, don't push my buttons Ain't spoke in a minute you still my brother Blue strips on my money, I'm doin' numbers Blew weed in the desert, I ain't talkin tumble Too high in the booth, now my words jumbled Cook it up how I wanna, my cookie won't crumble In south Memphis posted, we slangin' them lunches Believing in God, but still workin' on Sundays On go so much barely put food in my stomach, yeah It's been a busy summer I been somewhere ducked off chasing commas Don't care what they say, I can hear em mumble Atrey pull up on us, he blowin' gunja Had to get serious, I ain't gettin' younger I'm up on my grind, I can't lay up under If you dance with the devil, might take you under My city, its hot as a fuckin' sauna RIP Flippa, yeah, Dolph Obama Done been through the sewer, my vision's tunneled I hit from the back, and fucked up her frontal Workin' so hard I ain't had no slumber Time to eat, know you can hear my hunger Ehhday for three months I done made some money Lil' mama, she bad, gon' get me in trouble Just ran up a check time to get another It's crazy, I ain't really into mumble But right now, I'm just havin' fun with this shit Can't save a ho, won't even save a number I'm ghostin' as soon as I'm done with this bitch Every strap that I own, had to double the clip Stay down til I get to turn up with the clique She nervous and wet when I'm pushin' the whip My shawty on point, she keep me equipped Eddys and blunts and my cup on double Loaded, I got all these drugs in my system Take notes from my lessons, I ain't no dummy Young nigga, but I be speakin' with wisdom My boy, he be swipin' like he up on tinder Playin' both sides, I'ma think you transgender You cross the line, but since I love you, forgive you Reppin' the brand, I been labeled a giver Workin' so much, I ain't seen pops in months He know how it is, mane, I'm just tryna get it I'm what shawty need, she don't want for nun Don't give her no time, she gon' get to trippin' Hand start to itchin', it's time to go missin' Bitch get the bitchin', it's time to go fishin' Workin' on me, guess I'm workin' on business Carry my weight, cause I'm focused on fitness, yeah It's been a busy summer I been somewhere ducked off chasing commas Don't care what they say, I can hear em mumble Atrey pull up on us, he blowin' gunja Had to get serious, I ain't gettin' younger I'm up on my grind, I can't lay up under If you dance with the devil, might take you under My city, its hot as a fuckin' sauna RIP Flippa, yeah, Dolph Obama Done been through the sewer, my vision's tunneled I hit from the back, and fucked up her frontal Workin' so hard I ain't had no slumber Time to eat, know you can hear my hunger Ehhday for three months I done made some money Lil' mama, she bad, gon' get me in trouble Just ran up a check time to get another

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