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letra de wild summer - miles minnick

[intro: miles minnick & jon keith]
nah man you already know what time it is
man, it’s bay area (you know)
you know what time it is
you’re either on this glo or you gotta go, you understand me?
oh boy

[verse 1: miles minnick]
throwing shade at the gang, we just glow harder
running plays in the back like i’m coach carter
i can show, no remote, i’m a show starter
we the ones bringing chains like it’s both corners
stepping up is the only thing i stand on
holy weapon was the only thing to keep their hands off
i thought you knew that you ain’t stopping what he put his hand on
you can take away the ‘gram but not the plan though
glo on the go i don’t care what you’re saying
tribe on the move, don’t compare, we campaignin’
coach-lla hit us up tryin’ to shut down our pages
glo fest going up i don’t care what your name is
on the gang
[chorus: miles minnick]
somebody tell the industry my squad coming (yeah)
tell the industry my god coming (yeah)
you better watch your mouth like your child coming (yeah)
smoke! fest, glo fest, it’s a wild summer (woah, woah, woah)
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now

[verse 2: jon keith]
yeah, okay, smoke ain’t holy?, you gotta be smokin’
keep it g, my team went up, ain’t no one man pushin’ on the gas
we was posting, two hundred away from a rack
not boasting, wow
cookin’ up the next tribe joint right now (right now)
i don’t even need to roll a joint, i’m loud (i’m loud)
got rid of the pride, finna make god proud (god proud)
that’s the spirit on the stage, don’t jump, bow
(bow down to me)
it’s what is i don’t write the rules (mmm)
big peace where the ice at, christ rules (rules)
whole game on the ice pack, might bruise (bruise)
and i ain’t finna throw hands, you gotta fight the truth dummy

[chorus: miles minnick]
somebody tell the industry my squad coming (yeah)
tell the industry my god coming (yeah)
you better watch your mouth like your child coming (yeah)
smoke! fest, glo fest, it’s a wild summer (woah, woah, woah)
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
[verse 3: n0bigdyl.]
ayy, why they even wanna play with us?
it was cool ’till they tried to take the name from us
ayy, don’t you know the smoke still holy?
tried to cut me out the deal, now i own it with the brodies (hahaha)
presidential dyllie got me talking at my podium
i know a couple people looking saltier than sodium
headline said; “indie tribe. pandemonium”
you looking at the stage like “i thought it was gonna be folding”
we’ll never sell our souls, we just sell out shows
new year, new venue, that’s how sellouts go
free tickets to the opps ’cause we bless our foes
know the fire coming when you smell our smoke

[post-chorus: miles minnick]
messed up now
oh you done messed up now, messed up now
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now
oh you done messed up now, oh you done messed up, messed up now

[outro: miles minnick]
why they even wanna fool with us? (woah)
why they even wanna fool with us? (woah)
why they even wanna fool with us? (woah)
why they even wanna fool with us?
oh you done messed up now (messed)
oh you done messed up now (messed up)
oh you done messed up now (messed up)
oh you done messed up now (messed up, messed up)
oh you done messed up now (messed up, messed up)
oh you done messed up now (messed up, messed up)
oh boy

- miles minnick

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