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letra de hot boy summer - yb brown sugar

this should be played at high volume
corida artist

(yb verse 1)

i’m just a youngin’ i’m only 14
i’m a lil’ kid but i got big dreams
only 14 man i can’t even drive
in two years i’ll be ready to slide
so for now i’ll be living my life
hitting the beach
surf on the tide
i don’t got school but man i got time
wishing before corona time
corona with lime
me and yung voreo writing these lines
paper and pencil i’m hitting the grind

i can imagine myself
colada in hand
sunglasses out
chasing my dream but not for the clout
look at the clouds
i’m at the top
this is my rock
i can say all of that without a doubt
(vanilla verse 1)

drop the top
windows down, as i’m driving down the bay
cannot stop thinking ’bout what i want to do today
so i call up my bro like yo what’s the move
’cause i’m bored out my mind
i got nothing to do
might go to the mall and cop some new shoes
he’s like come the this party i’m like with who, he’s like
you can come with me and bring a couple of bottles of hennessey
this was gonna be the party of the century
but corona shut it down so dreadfully
can’t believe this is happening especially
now that it’s summer wanna go desperately
i don’t want to stay at home continuously
now i’m wishing for parties expeditiously
aye

(yb verse 2)
workin’ at home
i’m all alone
only thing keeping me sane is my phone
i’m trying to live but inside of a zone
days feel like loops, and it’s getting so old
please stay inside man i’m constantly told
can i got to parties, no
get my summer started, no
can i get a bargain ugh
feeling so lazy
stuck with the fam they driving me crazy
ya i love ’em
but stuck with them daily
please someone save me
my house is a circus
commotion atrocion it’s barnam and bailey’s
it serves a purpose
wanna be covered in trees; slim shady

(vanilla verse 2)
i could be with some chicks
spittin’ pick up limes to a couple of dimes
but instead i’m stuck inside, spittin’ rhymes
tryna past the time
wanna be on the beach
drinking pepsi cola me and yb
vibin’ on the track you know that
i’m a have to show ya
how we stay spittin’ some writtens
doing it with such a perfect precision
hot like the summer you know we be missing
that’s why you can’t help but give it a listen
aye

(yb verse 3)
hot boy summer, look at the performance though
stuck inside like crème in an oreo
finna show ya’ll how to rock and roll
rap god i’m a demon; we don’t take it slow
taking you back to the times with the water guns
running around
ya that was a lot of fun
sun on my back as i’m making this album
me and the boys been singing like alvin
tired of tiktok endless hours
lemonade mouth, it’s sweet and sour
making music on the daily
i’d rather be sailing
this fun that i’m craving bye bye ya it’s waving

hundo mph driving like i’m all flexed up
i’m a youngin’ on the rise shout out boy next up
six feet summer, album of the year
i’ll be chilling where the sun is bright
and water’s clear

- yb brown sugar

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