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letra de revived - summrs

[intro]
(aye dior make them hits!)
oh, oh
oh
hey, woah, oh
go, yeah

[verse 1]
i’m married to cash, they running off with my swag
i’m just getting bands, in the bando i need a half
they don’t know me, they don’t know the half
my shooter a dyk- ’cause he got a strap
they follow my footsteps like a map
and i’m so sh-lled, just like a crab
i’m the sh-t, yeah, i’m the cr-p
i’m off a perc’, it got me relaxed
smokin’ woods up in the back
they sleep on me just like a bag
the gas just hit me hard like a bat
and i just popped a flat
i don’t talk, but money don’t track
and my t–th gold, just like a plaque

[verse 2]
what you wanna do? b-tch make a decision
run it up, b-tch i don’t do division
summr einstein, ’cause i’m so brilliant
shoot at his hairline with the precision
my b-tch bad, yeah, she is so pure
i’m with some shooters and they top tier
don’t wanna f-ck just want the top here
i asked satan for guap, he was like here
my diamonds glow like a streetlight
sippin’ on lean this ain’t no f-ckin’ bud light
she was twerking on me in the club right?
next night she in love with my d-mn pipe
i f-ck with my b-tch ’cause she is so genuine
i’m fly as f-ck but i don’t fly like a penguin
these n-ggas g-y, man these n-ggas so feminine
i don’t f-ck with it if the sh-t don’t benefit
f-ck the donald trump, i only know benjamin
she be with me ’cause she like the experience
i walk up in neiman’s, i am so elegant
i’m high as f-ck like a d-mn pelican
and my pockets bigger than a d-mn elephant
stop texting me ’cause you is irrelevant
never dying over some d-mn medicine
summrbangz, i should be the d-mn president
my n-ggas they evil like they was a resident
[outro]
i’m married to cash, they running off with my swag
i’m just getting bands, in the bando i need a half
they don’t know me, they don’t know the half
my shooter a dyk- ’cause she got a strap
they follow my footsteps like a map
and i’m so sh-lled, just like a crab
i’m the sh-t, yeah, i’m the cr-p
i’m off a perc’, it got me relaxed
smokin’ woods up in the back
they sleep on me just like a bag
the gas just hit me hard like a bat
and i just popped a flat
i don’t talk, but money don’t track
and my t–th gold, just like a plaque

- summrs

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