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letra de summer time - yn jay

[intro]
(enrgy made this one)
woah
woah
d-mn, ayy

[verse 1]
all these bad b-tches love my music, i be f-ckin’ fans
off patrón and champagne in the club, do your f-ckin’ dance
nasty-ass b-tch out here trickin’, she gon’ f-ck for bands
you ain’t got no dog sh-t on you, where your rubber bands?
i’ll make it rain, make it storm in this b-tch, i’m the thunder man
used to cook— is that b-tter, man?
bad b-tch ask me where i’m from, i’m from the gutter, man
you the type of n-gga probably tell on your brother, d-mn
almost had to beat a n-gga ass, that’s my brother’s friend
b-tch, i’m left handed, but i shoot with my other hand
in the room full of bad b-tches, i’m in mother land
pull up with an old-school rifle, i’m the hunter man
n-gga said that he was gon’ do what? what the f-ck you sayin’?
i get so motherf-ckin’ high, how the f-ck you land?
i get kicked out of hotels, how the f-ck you banned?
always want beef with no stick, why the f-ck you playin’?

[chorus]
summertime, ayy
summertime, d-mn
summertime, ayy
summertime, d-mn
[verse 2]
ayy, how the f-ck it’s summertime, but it’s cold as f-ck?
ran off on the plug, well, you bold as f-ck
i just hit somebody granny, she was old as f-ck
i’m finna hit up on my b-tch like, “come on, let’s f-ck”
got a surprise for a b-tch, i tell a ho, “guess what?”
b-tch trippin’ over shoes
catch your balance, lil’ b-tch, you better not waste my cup
n-gga better not fire up no swisher, i’ma break your blunt
got the ball, offside kick, i had to fake my punt
i was up a hundred last april, i can’t make this up
just because i made it out the hood don’t mean i’m changin’ up
ayy, just because i came from out the hood
just because i came from— ah
just because i came from the hood— ah
just because i made it out the hood don’t mean i’m changin’ up
count so much motherf-ckin’ money, i got paper cuts
i’ll slide a blade ‘cross your head like a razor cut
let a bad b-tch break my heart, i can’t take this up
why the f-ck you ridin’ with a pistol if you ain’t gon’ dump?
b-tch, i could’ve ran for president, but i ain’t no trump
why the f-ck you ridin’ with a pistol like a pimple? boy, you ain’t gon’ bust
b-tch, you might as well leave right now if we ain’t gon’ f-ck
i can’t fall in love with no b-tch, ’cause it ain’t no trust
oh, are you, are you talkin’ ’bout like, like, like you and me? oh
b-tch, it ain’t no f-ckin’ you and me like it ain’t no us
i just pulled up in a wide body like this ain’t no truck
yeah, i’m better off bein’ a goose ’cause i ain’t no duck
everything i got was a blessing, bro, that ain’t no luck
i just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts
we be back-to-back in scatpacks like who racing us?
i’ll smoke a n-gga by myself, get to facin’ blunts
i was catchin’ plays in high school, had me late for lunch
[chorus]
summertime, ayy
summertime, d-mn
summertime, ayy
summertime, d-mn

- yn jay

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