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od - summrs lyrics

oh my god it’s cashbently!

go, go, go, go
go, go, go, go go go

just popped a full bar, that’s why i missed your call
baby girl you a queen, your the baddest b*tch i saw
ysl all on my jeans, she tryna take em off
for the green she a fiend, she just wanna hit the mall
in the r8 going top speed, yelling f*ck all the law
f*cking that b*tch raw, just copped some g*star raw
we sending them shots at your nog
this gas imma roll a log
don’t want no smoke, want no fog
knock him out his catalogue

love you summrs!

i’m fly as f*ck (f*ck)
she wanna f*ck (f*ck)
you f*ckin with bella? you trying your luck
i’m pouring up lean in the club
she wanna look up in my cup
imma take you to the mall to go and f*ck some sh*t up
i’m f*cking that b*tch what you think
i got that guap all up on me
she feeling that action on
in the bando feel like (?)
my b*tch she pretty she on fleek
you know that i’m up in them cheeks
don’t f*ck with summrs then you sleep
i’m tatted up, like a p
(?)
gucci flops on my feet
in the srt this b*tch is not cheap
i’m kicking back smoking og
pressure blunts going straight to my lungs
n*ggas stealing swag straight from the jump
ysl drip ‘venchy my coat
big racks, got that lil b*tch stoked
with a white b*tch, she doing that coke
i’m laughing to the bank these lil n*ggas broke
i’m laughing to the bank these lil n*ggas jokes
green bean on this glock tell that b*tch go
kicking sh*t in my gucci loafs
we is not (?) stop calling me bro
you want a feat? pfft, no
designer jeans? pfft, go

- summrs lyrics

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