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letra de fuck yo summer - damedot

[intro]
(ooh, rell)
hmm

[chorus]
ayy, f-ck your summer, n-gga, this my summer
last time, i went dumb, this time, i’m goin’ dumber
i need head when i’m comin’, f-ck that b-tch, she ain’t nothin’
i need sweet heat shrimp, i’m a sweet heat pimp
the world is mine on a blimp, i’ll leave a b-tch a tip
i’ll buy a b-tch an ass, i’ll buy a b-tch some tits
i got an ar in the car make a n-gga do a flip
[verse]
you can’t get it here, gotta take a trip
you really want some racks, gotta take a risk
oh, she ain’t doin’ sh-t, in here takin’ d-ck
this fentanyl i got, it could take a six
if the jump-outs pull up on me now, i’ma hit a fence
i ain’t really got no dance moves, but i can hit a brick
n-gga, f-ck your summer, f-ck your baby mama too
i’ll fall asleep on a bad b-tch if i’m off the juice
ask whoever booked me what i charge if i’m walkin’ through
n-gga, i don’t want a line, i’m callin’ for a pint or two
she like, “damedot, can i please spend the night with you?”
b-tch, f-ck your summer and f-ck your baby daddy too
when a boss talkin’, better remember what he said to you
i hope that b-tch ain’t ‘za to you, ’cause she regular
they knew it was the mob ‘fore anybody even said it was us
i be gettin’ head with the strap just in case she wanna set me up
her coochie so wet, finna wet me up
all this designer on my body, n-gga, add me up
yeah, my shirt cost a qp, my jeans cost a zip
i look like a flip, get the head, then i dip
you hatin’-ass hoes can’t sink a n-gga ship
you n-ggas can’t get good work from damedot, ’cause it’s hit
i’m ridin’ with a freak, smokin’ cannatique
get a n-gga street-sweeped
i’m ridin’ with them n-ggas have you floatin’ up a creek
she don’t believe in god, but this b-tch believe in me
she’d rather leave the earth ‘fore she think of leavin’ me
this b-tch for the universe, she ain’t for the streets
it’s cold in the d, i’m ridin’ with the heat
she jump on the d and ride me like a nascar
h-llcat, scatpack, b-tch, i’m in a fast car
[chorus]
ayy, f-ck your summer, n-gga, this my summer
last time, i went dumb, this time, i’m goin’ dumber
i need head when i’m comin’, f-ck that b-tch, she ain’t nothin’
i need sweet heat shrimp, i’m a sweet heat pimp
the world is mine on a blimp, i’ll leave a b-tch a tip
i’ll buy a b-tch an ass, i’ll buy a b-tch some tits
i got an ar in the car make a n-gga do a flip

- damedot

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