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letra de summer sixteen - kash doll

[verse 1: kash doll]
i’m out here tryna get them m’s
yeah, all summer ‘16, all summer ‘16
and my whip so clean
and i’m getting this money like i own a football team
and my -ss so fat, and my head game mean
i’m out here tryna get them m’s
don’t make me pull up on hoes
the way that i flex on this b-tches
is like i pull up on hoes
steph curry with the shot
i might just pull up on hoes
and i’m your fairy boss mother
i should put pull ups on hoes
i don’t give a f-ck about a hater
all i wanna do is get this paper
all i want to do is get a check
when i see a hater, see you later!
haha, b-tches be making me laugh
but you will never be keisha
difference is i count up the cash
i went and bought an audi, this b-tch bought a honda
her shoe game is broke! i’m wearing red bottoms
i’m flying first cl-ss, these b-tches flying coach
my bag is chanel, her purse came from coach
man get the f-ck out of here!
yeah, ms. twerk something with the dance moves
ricky ross with the moon walk
chief keef with the goon talk
young thug with the swag sh-t
getting money i’ma brag b-tch!
ri-ri made the n-ggas work
blac chyna, i’m a bad b-tch!
yeah, i’m in a pink foreign with the roof gone
baby cop a feel with the coupe
hit a b-tton now the roof on
only f-cking with the bad b-tches
only f-cking with the real n-ggas
middle fingers for these mad b-tches
f-ck you and all your ugly friends

[bridge: kash doll]
i’m so f-cking tired looking on my timeline
no this gotta be said, these b-tches getting all this work done
but you still ugly, you still ugly
look at this point
fix your weave out
before you come for me
you know what, at this point put some respect on my name
haha
is she done?

[verse 2: b. simone]
b-tches be thinking that i worry ‘bout ‘em
honestly i don’t give a f-ck about them
honestly i can really do without them
i took your man, pull um in his phantom
i’m tryna go vegan i’m good on the beef
your n-gga be creeping, work until you see
b-tches is fake, i don’t let ‘em leech
if i run a man, he never gon’ leave
i get my sun no astrology
these b-tches they need to acknowledge me
they are my sons, not biologically
but mommy deserves an apology
i’m at the top and you can’t get on top of me
n-ggas play games so i call them monopoly
i am for sure b-tch and your just a probably
f-cking with me, getting money, he gotta be
ooh!
d-mn, you ain’t my dude so why is you tripping (what?)
n-gga stop b-tching i just let you eat up the kitten
give me good too, and then it’s good riddens
k!lling these b-tches like f-ck a civilian
swear you the bomb i never heard you ticking
b-tches talk sh-t, and then they go missing

- kash doll

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