summer - jugg harden lyrics
[intro]
gonna rob
[chorus]
i heard an opp ain’t make the summer
if i blocked her, she gon’ dial me from another number’
sixty shots, i’m still alive, they got to whack his jumper
bad b*tch ain’t gotta ask, i’ma stack it for her
he on the ‘gram sendin’ shots like he ain’t got my number
i never had it, now i got it, that’s why i’m a stunter
i used to want her, she was distant, i don’t even stunt her
i put that bustdown on my wrist and i f*cked up the summer
[verse 1]
b*tch, i pay for ‘bows, i don’t pay for hoes
my youngin sn*tch you out your ‘miris, he don’t play for clothes (gonna rob)
my second time seein’ his whip, doggy grabbed the pole
all this cappin’ to these hoes, you gon’ get exposed
i’m tryna save my mama, she tryna save me
i be six feet deep before they play with me
i used to bang them, now they bangin’ me
n*ggas askin’ for advice, i said, “get out the streets”
i might f*ck a fan, but she can’t get nothin’
she can’t be my b*tch doin’ all that d*ck suckin’
sippin’ mud, sh*t, i learned that from my big cousin
think you talkin’ ’bout a slide, but they ain’t hit nothin’
stop taggin’ me in your videos, n*gga, i ain’t no promoter
can’t f*ck her when she drunk, i can f*ck her when she’s sober (gonna rob)
heard your mans live under a rock, now he a stoner
she said, “boy, you spinned me”, i was in a lean coma
[chorus]
i heard an opp ain’t make the summer
if i blocked her, she gon’ dial me from another number’
sixty shots, i’m still alive, they got to whack his jumper
bad b*tch ain’t gotta ask, i’ma stack it for her
he on the ‘gram sendin’ shots like he ain’t got my number
i never had it, now i got it, that’s why i’m a stunter
i used to want her, she was distant, i don’t even stunt her
i put that bustdown on my wrist and i f*cked up the summer
[outro]
(gonna rob)
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