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letra de i miss summer :( - young samoa

intro:

i f-cked that b-tch in a coupe (coupe)
i f-cked that b-tch in a coupe
i f-cked that b-tch in a coupe
downtown malibu
couple thousand on my tooth
edible stuck on the roof
like how did you get to the roof?
not in the f-ck it type mood
my b-tch just broke up wit me
i think she think she a queen

hook:

excuse me while i flex on her
h-lla b-tches, i’ma f-ck h-lla b-tches this summer
h-lla guap, kush in the drop top, live the life of a baller
live the life of a baller, baller yea
live the life of a baller, baller yea
live the life of a baller, baller yea
live the life of a baller, baller yea

verse 1:

yea i live like a baller
i breathe like a baller
no oxygen i breathe dollars
i must admit i get commas
i gots to bring all my brothers
f-ck bad b-tches all summer
what you standing there for?
pop a god d-mn bottle
thats the god d-mn motto
that b-tch just f-cked me for a follow
once she leave i unfollow
selling’ white el chapo
she playing games nintendo
i ball n-gga carmello
meteorite my rolex
diamonds water like vortex
baby girl hold on tight
this goin be a crazy night
i put that sh-t on the sun rise
young n-gga ball for life
i put that sh-t on my ex
i wanna be up next
i wanna live my life to the best
i do this sh-t till i’m dead

bridge:

only time i feel alive
when there a high chance i could die
diamonds water like a tide
i saw the way she smiled
baby girl stay the night
we can go on a flight
we can get so high
we won’t even know why

hook:

verse 2:

she said young samoa you mine
i said b-tch nah you tripping
she said nah n-gga i don’t lie
i said nah b-tch i’m chilling
this sh-t only for tonight
wave the problems goodbye
nah f-ck that, thats dead
tell the problems f-ck off aye
i’m goin drop my top aye
fake n-ggas cut off aye
sip the lean like it latte

i committed murder tonight
i done drowned my wrist
i done drowned my neck
i done k!lled this check
i done got a text woah
that sh-t from my ex woah
i left that sh-t on read woah
b-tch n-gga i ain’t sentimental
f-ck wit me i send the metal
we them young n-ggas in that limo
blue hunnids out the back window
i heard what you said woah
money don’t grow on treees
but if you sell – the trees you get money
i stopped all drugs its not funny
i did that sh-t so i can f-ck shawties till i’m 190
till i’m 190 (yea)

hook:

- young samoa

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