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animosity 4 the birds ii - summer alone lyrics

[verse * majinblxxdy]
running in houses, i love seeing the window jacked up
reach for that pistol, you gon’ die soon as you move a muscle
got nothing but blues in my pockets, feel like nipsey hussle
sit around broke don’t get no guap cuz they ain’t got no hustle
switch up on that glock, now that boy he gon’ do the cupid shuffle

[verse * summer alone]
switch up on the [?], and make that n*gga do the futsal shuffle
down bad on that drank i’m sippin’ tris but they’re still codeine puddles
money motivated, oh sorry i don’t wanna cuddle
rocks in my pocket f*ck n*gga i can’t**

[bridge]
hahahaha, life’s too hard, take this n*gga come with us
if you ever knew the true nature of a god dante
you too, would rebel

[verse * majinblxxdy]
i made a name for myself and some guap came with it, need a scale
send some shots, before these n*ggas act like b*tches
[?] bro we pull up light yo block up like it’s christmas
how the f*ck you talking gangster, [?] got you snitching
they gon act up, that b*tch old news dumb ass n*gga i done had her
on my way to the top and you still ain’t find the ladder
smoking your dead mans [?] inside his grandpa
running in houses, i love seeing the window jacked up
reach for that pistol, you gon’ die soon as you move a muscle
got nothing but blues in my pockets, feel like nipsey hussle
sit around broke don’t get no guap cuz they ain’t got no hustle
switch up on that glock, now that boy he gon’ do the cupid shuffle
[verse * summer alone]
switch up on the [?], and make that n*gga do the futsal shuffle
down bad on that drank i’m sippin’ tris but they’re still codeine puddles
money motivated, oh sorry i don’t wanna cuddle
rocks in my pocket f*ck n*gga i can’t feel the rubble
psych ward [?] when i [?]
shawty riding d*ck till it f*ck with my kegel muscle
[?] n*gga got no time for scuffle
35 blunts in my bed while i’m eating ruffles
black roses n*gga i got trees i got branches
how these n*ggas broke when the label give advances
do a show in my hometown [?]
i’m bout to beam this n*gga up i’m borderline rick sanchez
f*cking on this singer b*tch but she lowkey an actress
you get caught up with the plug only talking spanglish
red green beams on the tool, i don’t aim sh*t
3 hoes on a n*gga d*ck like i’m saint nick
[?] red paint on the pavement
since i was a jit i knew i was finna make it
now i’m smoking blunts till a n*gga look blasian
goth b*tch do voodoo in the cut, like she [?]

- summer alone lyrics

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