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wouldn't do that (demo version) - summrs lyrics

hook:

this blunt i’m smoking on, b*tch is too fat
and this car (?) it go too fast
that’s petty lil n*gga, wouldn’t do that
and there’s dreads on my head, in a durag
and this b*tch i’m f*ckin on, b*tch is too bad
i heard you broke lil n*gga, man that’s too bad
countin racks countin bands, in my louie bag
i’m a big glo boy, but you knew that
verse:

b*tch you f*ckin home
i been f*ckin home
she call up my phone
she won’t leave me alone
big gas to the dome
say she wanna chill in my home
but you gotta go lil bruh
yea you gotta glo lil man
going fast in the panaram
imma take you to panama
i’m ballin like randy moss
rip fredo the big boss
wanna feat that’s a big cost
got yo b*tch up in them drawers
i’m sick wit my withdrawals
ion see none of yo vlogs
***
she like “summrs, what i gotta do”
to be in your coupe
to be in your life
to being your boo
you got me feeling right
you rеmind me of goop
and you cannot play me
cuz i’m not a fool
and it ain’t april
and thesе n*ggas is fabu
watching me like cable
pouring syrup no label
put me under the table
like i was a lame
now they wanna be my friend
now they feel ashamed
hook:

and this b*tch i’m f*ckin on, b*tch is too bad
heard you broke lil n*gga, man that’s too bad
countin racks countin bands, in my louie bag
i’m a big glo boy, but you knew that

- summrs lyrics

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