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letra de ric james - summrs

[intro]
woah, roll one
nah, roll one
summrs, haha!
aye, yeah

[verse 1]
put my b-tch in neiman marcus
cooling somewhere where them sharks is
bullets rippin’ through his cartilege
smokin’ tree out the forest
little, li’ b-tch clueless, she askin’, “how do i do this?”
know i gotta stay true to this (who do i trust? me!)
this b-tch gon’ act like she new to this

[verse 2]
b-tch, you know you suck the squad
b-tch, you know you suck the gang
b-tch, i’m smokin’ on that gas
smokin’ on propane
off a f-ckin’, f-ckin’ xan
off a xan for the pain
in that big body benz
switchin’ on them lanes
one thing i never been, (it’s moe trappa and you f-ckin’ with surreal gang!), i never been a f-ckin’ lame
.223 up on my side, catch you tryna sn-tch my chain
sippin’ on that purple sh-t, sippin’ on purple rain
you would think that i’m prince but my diamonds ric james

[verse 3]
aye, kickin’ sh-t with my side b-tch, kickin’ sh-t with my main b-tch
know these n-ggas stay plottin’, on my gang, i’m never changin’
i’m in texas, sw-ngin’, and i’m tryna be bangin’
he don’t really be on gang sh-t, he don’t really be on bang sh-t
i could see it in his eyes, i can see just how he came in
seein’ right through your disguise, i see that you a lil’ b-tch
took your b-tch you wonder why, ’cause she know that i’m the sh-t
she gon’ think my name [?], yeah
smokin’ gas till i’m baked
smokin’ gas till i can’t even feel my motherf-ckin’ face
flexin’ on these little n-ggas, flexin’ like i lift weights
if you ain’t tryna suck the squad, b-tch, then get the f-ck up out of my face (who do i trust? me!)

[outro]
yeah, get the f-ck up out my face
get the f-ck up out my face
get the f-ck up out my face
i’m smokin’ gas to the face
i know that i love that b-tch face
smokin’ gas to the face, yeah
it’s moe trappa and you f-ckin’ with surreal gang!

- summrs

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