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letra de besos - summrs

[intro: summrs]
aye, yeah, spark that hoe up n-gga
go

[verse 1: summrs]
aye is there a problem? (is there a problem)
d-mn [?] problem (haha, go)
d-mn near forgot who i was
stuff the sticky in the wood [?]
i look in the mirror like who do i trust?
call up blast, he like “who do i bust?”
d-ck on the glock, cause n-ggas they sus
top of the food chain, they lookin at us
twin turbos in the cls
twinuzis carry twin xd’s
i don’t know these n-ggas, why they worried bout me?
the nina, i keep her by me
they don’t trust me, cause they scared of me
and yo friend probably got jugged by me
i just dropped a xan in my f-ckin lean
i don’t f-ckin listen, i’ma still od
i’m wit bando, we smokin’ real og
i don’t f-ck you n-ggas, don’t come by me
look at they stats man, they so garby’
with a bad b-tch, from the philippines
off the drugs, i’m off the morphine
summrs man, i’ma perc fiend
i’ma glo boy in my true jeans
they callin’ my phone like “who is this?”
i’ma skinny n-gga, but i can screw his b-tch
stealing my flows, they counterfeit
i’m geeked up off this downer b-tch
i’m in the stu’ wit a down lil’ b-tch
who is you? you a clown lil’ b-tch
get his ass knocked down lil’ b-tch
smokin’ woods up in my gucci gown lil b-tch
suppressed g2, no sound lil’ b-tch
lil’ autumn hold a f-ckin draco
me and my b-tch kickin’ sh-t in barbados
put three xans in my f-ckin faygo
i’ma loose screw, you can call me tadoe
countin’ a rack, we just countin’ them pesos
spanish b-tch, she give my d-ck besos
[?] scary like lil’ fredo
eating good, eating chicken alfredo
if you come to the h, you better lay low
cause my n-ggas really do what i say so
leave his fat ass flat like some play-doh
stay down, and i’ma blow like volcano
send his ass to god, give his ass halo
show up to his sh-t in gucci tuxedo
ridin’ round in a f-ckin limo
we at target practice, not a f-ckin gym ho
[verse 2: zelly ocho]
[?]

[outro]
aye is there a problem? (is there a problem)
d-mn [?] problem (haha, go)
d-mn near forgot who i was
stuff the sticky in the wood [?]
i look in the mirror like who do i trust?
call up blast, he like “who do i bust?”
d-ck on the glock, cause n-ggas they sus
top of the food chain, they lookin at us
twin turbos in the sls
twinuzis carry twin xd’s
i don’t know these n-ggas, why they worried bout me?
the nina, i keep her by me
they don’t trust me, cause they scared of me
and yo friend probably got jugged by me
i just dropped a xan in my f-ckin lean
i don’t f-ckin listen, i’ma still od
i’m wit bando

- summrs

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