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letra de hot girl summer 561 - 2gaudy

[intro]
saba, you so icy

[chorus: 2gaudy]
i don’t know what the f-ck i was up to like last summer
smoke gas, then crashed, man, i knew it’d be a bummer
did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
then i skrt off in a ‘jag, hot girl summer
i don’t know what the f-ck i was up to like last summer
smoke gas, then crashed, man, i knew it’d be a bummer
did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
then i skrt off in a ‘jag, hot girl summer
[verse 1: 2gaudy]
i been skrting in a ‘jag, long time (yeah)
my old girl told me i’m in the wrong, but the right mind (wrong mind)
i don’t give a f-ck what you think, i don’t give a sh-t (d-mn)
my wrist drippin’ like a sink, f-ck, yeah, yeah
balenciaga, with the prada on go
then i’ll f-ck a n-gga up, through the rain or snow
cash always in my pocket
wear her like a locket
now my girl tryna suck on my rocket (suck, suck, suck)

[bridge: 2gaudy]
rocket, go to sp-ce, yeah
yeah, she’s trying to get a taste, yeah
but, she’s not the only one, nah, that’s true, d-mn
keep four on the side, like a haiku, yeah

[verse 2: 2gaudy]
a n-gga wanna pull up, so we’ll fade you (fade you)
confidential, you don’t know what we do (we do)
the only weed i have is a dab pen (yeah)
and i’m getting really tired of the froot loop
homie, if you coming at me, then i shoot
sherriff, .40 in this b-tch, how i give the boot
and i’m not that much of a writer
but i’ll write a whole book, yeah, all for you
[chorus: 2gaudy]
i don’t know what the f-ck i was up to like last summer
smoke gas, then crashed, man, i knew it’d be a bummer
did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
then i skrt off in a ‘jag, hot girl summer (hot girl)
i don’t know what the f-ck i was up to like last summer (last summer)
smoke gas, then crashed, man, i knew it’d be a bummer (be a bummer)
did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder (to the plunder)
then i skrt off in a ‘jag, hot girl summer (hot girl)

[verse 3]
new b-tch with me, she not from here, got no visa
i’m still getting high wiz khalifa
smoke tree, f-ck carts, i don’t like that (f-ck narcs)
draw a line and feel okay, i might relapse (relapse)
yeah, bend a whip, break the b-tch back (ow)
go, we don’t hit the b-tch back (no)
hit it once and get your b-tch back (yeah)
nutted on her lip, you can kiss that
don’t know what the f-ck i was up to like last summer
lately, i been running like i got a [?] in my head
if he talking sh-t, leave him dead, leave him dead

- 2gaudy

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