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letra de all summer - official phranchize

(intro)
yeah yeah yeah yeah [x5]
we used to jugg
rollin backwoods
now we count it up
numbers up
hey

(chorus)
we used to jugg in the summer (used to jugg, jugg, jugg)
rollin on them backwoods in the summer (we rollin)
now we count it up in the summer (count it up, count it up)
numbers up
run it up
in the summer (run it, run it up)
all summer, all summer, all summer (hey)
yeah (all season)
all summer, all summer (yeah)
yeah (the whole season)
all summer, all summer, all summer
yeah (yea)
yeeaaa

(verse 1)
uh
reminiscin’ on them summer days (take em back)
free smoke from my plug so ain’t no co’ to pay (no consignment)
we ain’t takin no l’s
that’s why we rollin j’s (l’s)
youngbul addicted to money
i’m in a paper race (cash)
yea
i could put ya bottom b-tch up under me (take her down)
switchin gears straight to the money
this life’s a blur to me (flash)
she say money make her c-m she don’t c-m for free (c-m for free)
she won’t c-m for you
but she’ll c-m for me (trust)
she said she needs someone who’s comforting (make her feel good)
so i go down on her like a submarine (sike naw)
got her bussin, bullets buzzin like a bumblebee (brrrt brrrt brrrt)
checkin out by eleven from the double tree yea
in and out it like a robbery (ahhhh)
she know timing is money so she make time for me (she make time for me)
philly n-gga fell in love with the finer things (philly)
diamonds in the rough
shinin like a diamond ring (oh!)

(verse 2)
sh-t is straight
we came up from scr-pin plates
out astoria with jp sippin that 38
why hate me?
we get the same 24 every day
tryna get it from the muscle that means each and every way
(i i i i i i)
i got plans need milllions in my hands
this for all of my n-ggas that went to jail over hot pans
we cookin up
really started from the bottom
now it’s lookin up
whole daily planner, book it up
what?
uh
we used to jugg in the summer
late nights with the bosses used to get it with the runners
uh
this game cold judge slam the gavel the case closed
my big homie did a bid for his draco
out the mud imma get it, i’m still tryna flip it
before they put me in the ground they gotta give me prison
it don’t matter where i came from, ain’t a pot to p-ss in
ain’t tryna fit in
the sky’s the limit
we rockin different
uh

(outro)
yea yea yea yea
yea yea yea yea
yea yea yea yea
yea yea yea
yea yea… yea yea
all summer
all summer

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