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Summer Time

YN Jay
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Enrgy made this one Damn Aye All these bad bitches love my music, I be fuckin' fans All Patron and champagne in the club, do your fuckin' dance Nasty-ass bitch out here trickin', she gon' fuck for bands You ain't got no dog shit on you, where your rubber band? I make it rain, make it storm in this bitch, I'm the thunderman Used to cook- is that butter, man? Bad bitch ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man You the type of nigga probably tell on your brother, damn Almost had to beat a nigga ass, that's my brother friend Bitch, I'm left-handed, but I shoot with my other hand In a room full of bad bitches, I'm in motherland Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter, man Nigga said that he was gonna do what? What the fuck you sayin'? I get so motherfuckin' high, how the fuck you land? I get kicked out of hotels, how the fuck you banned? Always want beef with no stick, why the fuck you playin'? Summertime, aye Summertime, damn Summertime, aye Summertime, damn Aye How the fuck it's summertime, but it's cold as fuck? Ran off on the plug, boy, you bold as fuck I just hit somebody granny, she was old as fuck I'm finna hit up on my bitch like, "Come on Let's fuck." Got a surprise for a bitch, I tell Her, "Ho, guess what?" Bitch trippin' over shoes At your palace, lil' bitch, you better not waste my cup Nigga better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt I was up 100 last April, I can't make this up Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up Aye Just because I came from out the hood- just because I came from- ah Just because I came from the hood- ah Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up Count so much motherfuckin' money, I got paper cuts I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut Let a bad bitch break my heart, I can't tape this up Why the fuck you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' die? Bitch, I coulda ran for president, but I ain't no Trump Why the fuck you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust Bitch, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' fuck I can't fall in love with no bitch 'cause it ain't no trust Oh, are you, are- are you talkin' about, like, like, like, you and me? Oh Bitch, it ain't no fuckin' you and me, like, it ain't no us I just pulled up in a wide-body like, "This ain't no truck " Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck I just hit the dog with the dog, you be matin' mutts We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like, "Who racin' us? " I'll smoke a nigga by myself, get to facin' blunts I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch Summertime, aye Summertime, damn Summertime, aye Summertime, damn