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letra de summer days - ykk

[verse 1]
summer break just started
and you know that i’ve been ready
still a long way to go
summer nights be my entry
16 just a number
still i’m spitting in a frenzy
i just sent another rapper
to the f-ckin cemetery
90 degrees
but my wrist be lookin 20
whole new world
i’ve been working till i’m sweaty
ima get a rolls royce
and a f-cking bentley
f-ck with me
our encounter won’t be friendly
got nothing to do
so i’m chilling in the valley
but i know they all gon come
when i be blasting my finale
when i get up on the mic
b-tchеs be dripping wet as cali (dry)
i just wanna rock designеr
f-ck rocking pairs of khakis
i’m like a f-cking flamethrower
handle with caution
i write my own sh-t
you get yours from an auction
flawless spitting this
working to exhaustion
when i’m with your b-tch
she gon spread them legs ofter
my raps be captain kirk
after he let himself go (getting bigger)
i’ve been only getting better
since that sh-t i called the road (this my first sh-t)
ain’t a minute since i’ve started
now i’m tryna get exposed
i be coming up faster
than that kid who picked toad (this dude cheap)
i wanna see hands
from the back to the front
i’m the muhf-ckin king
you the muhf-ckin grunt
i’ve been k!lling these rappers
the season to hunt
i’m grabbing the mic
tell em hold my blunt
we don’t take kindly
to threats
they gon remember me
no one forget
i know i’m gonna make it
the prophecies been set
don’t know how far
i’m even gonna get
summer days

[verse 2]
wake up
birds chirping dogs barking
lambo parkin
on the side
go r-t-rded
i’m ballin out
no james harden
stack my green
till the morning
took a hit
now i’m souring
f-ck with me
homies mourning
your b-tch want the pipe
no organ
you’re feeling the heat
from a mile away
unload my sh-t
like an ak
47 b-tches
make way
my sh-t boomin
there’s no escape
taking my shots
like d rose
look at my wrists
that sh-t be froze
after the road
my sk!ll just grows
iced out as f-ck
for all these shows
i used to be a dreamer
time for dreams to come true
time for me to get a lambo
and designer with the jewel
dudes be hatin on my sh-t
but all their girls already blew
b-tches all up on my sh-t
i got them stickin like some glue
feelin like chucky
yo b-tch come to play
i’m up on my grind
you rappers better pray
got more cash
than gifts on the sleigh
come to your house
your b-tch what i slay
wrist broke the scale
and i can’t move my fingers
just broke the counter
had too many figures
i’m with your b-tch
gave that p-ssy a splinter
gunning for the fame
now i’m pulling the trigger
b-tch

- ykk

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