letra de all summer - slimelife shawty
[intro]
i be standin’ on a whole like
whole type other different sh-t, like
n-ggas don’t be what i’m on, sh-t like that, and like
that sh-t really be hard to explain, though
i don’t be trippin’ on all that other sh-t, though
f-ck them hoes for life (d-mn, myst, you got one)
f-ck them hoes for life, i swear
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
yeah (this sound like quel)
[chorus]
flex all summer
‘fore i go broke, kick in your door, i’m a punter
ain’t no runner
all my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (on god)
we’ll stop sh-t up, no plumber (what else?)
we’ll mop sh-t like your mama
we’ll pop sh-t like obama, naw, for real (yeah)
the streets don’t love n0body, naw, naw (ooh)
these hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (naw, for real, they do)
ain’t no more love inside (nope)
these n-ggas want me to die, but i can’t die, boy, i up that fire
naw, for real
[verse 1]
naw, for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel
these n-ggas be envy, these n-ggas ain’t real
these b-tches be playin’ both sides for real
free kodak, just popped me a pill
i’m ridin’ like wheels, i’m dyin’ to live
you got a chopper, i got a chopper
’bout these dollars, i’m dyin’ right here
naw, for real
stop that flexin’, what’s your reason?
i just might go long live mexico (skrrt), go cop me that demon
i just might go buy the texaco, the one right there on bleveland
do this sh-t here for the trenches, free the menace, them my people
[chorus]
flex all summer
‘fore i go broke, kick in your door, i’m a punter
ain’t no runner
all my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (on god)
we’ll stop sh-t up, no plumber (what else?)
we’ll mop sh-t like your mama
we’ll pop sh-t like obama, naw, for real (yeah)
the streets don’t love n0body, naw, naw (ooh)
these hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (naw, for real, they do)
ain’t no more love inside (nope)
these n-ggas want me to die, but i can’t die, boy, i up that fire
naw, for real
[verse 2]
i can’t die young (on god), i f-ck with roddy ricch
i can’t die young, i wan’ do a lot of sh-t (on god)
got two sons now, i’m so proud of this
hope you proud of this, my b-tch in prada, b-tch
yeah
i can’t move wrong, keep that tool on my hip
up that b-tch and blow, i show a n-gga how it feel
everything was just alright, the group home was here
free lil tay and clark, i hope them n-ggas get an appeal
[chorus]
flex all summer
‘fore i go broke, kick in your door, i’m a punter
ain’t no runner
all my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (on god)
we’ll stop sh-t up, no plumber (what else?)
we’ll mop sh-t like your mama
we’ll pop sh-t like obama, naw, for real (yeah)
the streets don’t love n0body, naw, naw (ooh)
these hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (naw, for real, they do)
ain’t no more love inside (nope)
these n-ggas want me to die, but i can’t die, boy, i up that fire
naw, for real
[outro]
stay down
the ‘partments, while you was played out
ain’t no more love out here
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