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letra de no more summers - jay spice

verse 1:

think one and think twice before you go cross me
im checked in the game so whoever gone lock me?
i went up to athens and lost who i knew
jairus hit snooze
what do i do?
“jairus hit a/c i’m going too crazy”
i thought i had made it so why do they phase me
i thought that they said i could bloom
late nights and tunes
late nights and thoughts
late nights of hoping i bring home a tho(ugh)t that gone
give me some brain that will last me forever
fill guilt with my pleasure
i’m down for whatever
calculate every move down to the measure i know
tryna k!ll every singl rapper that flow
tryna build high so we never see low greens
coming to the scene
stepped outside cause don’t wanna be between
i just wanna be the sole d-mn purpose why yall fakes wanna talk to us
get the homies on payroll roc with us
gone rock any fella that is not with us
i’m jay spice not cole, z, or electronica
gonna get any venue that i ever wanna touch
then, if i wanna cuff, ima get wrists
i be all wrist
d-mn i’m so sl!ck
how i turn a boat to a whole sp-ceship
i just don’t waste sh-t
i just go make sh-t
then my bros play sh-t
and my flow so sick
that we go ape sh-t take this

hook:
i’m like –
oh man, no bands
gold land, no xans
no n-gga please
don’t fold on me b
you can hold all the peace
i got holes in my sheets
and they grow by the week

oh man, no bands
gold land, no xans
no n-gga please
don’t fold on me b
you can hold all the peace
i got holes in my sheets
and they grow by the week

i ease, every single line is my ability
you see, i can’t find no n-gga who as real as me
i could paint a thousand words inside my words
i turn to learn you never good enough
what you want n-gga i got anything, i got everything
you don’t want a thing, n-gga what you sayin..

verse 2:

been a nice guy for how many years and counting?
big is in accounting, pops held me accounted
always tried to get to the tea through the easy way
now that be the sleezy way
now i’m bout the easy pay
guarantee these old hoes come and make my phone blow
come up to my show tho, spice take it slow tho
nah i want photos ima take pics
nah you ain’t sl!ck, i don’t want sl!ck
i don’t want sh-t that don’t drive my mind around the pine
i lost my time and lost my mind and lost the point in making joints
i make my way to make the statement i’m the greatness
i’m the greatest c-ssy clay sh-t
win or lose, i got stingers through
ab blood cuz i’m first to you and two to me i’m tuned to be my compet-tion, listen
criss cross i don’t ever sit boss
i just get the ziploc, move it like i’m rich dawg
i don’t wanna sh-t talk but yall got me p-ssed off
talking bout you rip-off artists i don’t get yall
see – yall wanna talk like yall been bout the sh-t
yall ain’t been bout the sh-t
i can tell when you miss
i can tell you a snitch
i can sell you a sin
i can tell that you don’t know the jail that you in
i can flip a dollar quick with my brain im a scholar now
put you in a z with this o
im a baller now
bet you couldn’t see that’d i blow
it’s revolva now
young and we heaped up
now we gotta speak up

[hook]

- jay spice

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