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letra de shady summer - slime dollaz

[chorus]
yous a shady summer
lil bro died, i ain’t been the same
grab that stick, i’m rocking out tryna bust that baby brain
i ain’t drinking beer, i’m sipping on this kurt cobain
i got fours in this b-tch, i know my [?]
who the f-ck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang
i’m rolling around the street, they heard snakehead was stick gang

[verse]
i’m so set, i’m double s
suicidal, b-tch
and if you play with my top your ass gon’ be dead
and yes, i’m living wrong, but tell n-ggas f-ck the feds
and i go to jail a hundred times, i would not tell on sh-t
he say i was acting like i really was a steppa
i said, “boy you know i’m living like that boy, i’m reckless”
seeing demons in my sleep, that’s why i shake in my sleep
f-ck it, baby, you know i’m like lebron james
i’m f-cking elite
and i ain’t been to church in a while cause i be fighting demons
and my pastor praying for mе cause he say i’m in the streets
f-ck my facе up, i’m a rockstar
and i ain’t on my d-ck looking for no dropcause i’m a pop boy
who the f-ck say they gon’ k!ll me? stop, boy
’cause i be in the city every day with that glock, boy
thirty shots tatted on my face, i be ready to catch a case
i can’t kick it with no goofy cause these n-ggas super lame
and i got drip, i got all this fashion
he wanna cop from me, but that boy know he not having
i smile at you and i slimed you out
you had them p’s right at your house
i robbed your ass cause you was a clown
n-gga no demons to them goons
you ain’t no demons to them snakes
we can creep all in your yard, pop out with them micro dracs
shoot a n-gga right all in his face
[?]on his shirt, that b-tch was red
f-ck it, i got a crip n-gga in charlotte and he be stepping
and how the f-ck you think i’m set tripping?
i be talking to the streets like i ain’t never been a d-mn christian
hold up, tell my opps lets rock out
what’s all that d-mn pressure ’bout lil bro, you tryna pop out?
loading ar, loading glocks
i’m loading mac-11s
f-ck all them n-ggas talking down cause they not stepping
and i tell you a thousand times, i ain’t doing no wrestling
send a n-gga to the afterlife cause he was capping
my dawg said i was crazy, i need some therapy
f-ck that f-cking therapy
bro tryna get that baby buried
[chorus]
yous a shady summer
lil bro died, i ain’t been the same
grab that stick, i’m rocking out tryna bust that baby brain
i ain’t drinking beer, i’m sipping on this kurt cobain
i got fours in this b-tch, i know my [?]
who the f-ck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang
i’m rolling around the street, they heard snakehead was stick gang

- slime dollaz

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