Summer Collection Lyrics
[Intro]
Shit, I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie, I'm kind of disappointed, nigga
But listen here, before, before you dropped that
Well, before you drop this shit
Let me give you some inspiration
'cause you lacking, home
[Verse]
That shit was trash, we gon' let him do a do-over (Redo)
They got you gassed you must think that you the new Hova
You a four-dot-o, nigga, I jumped in the new Rover
Your brother's still jumping the bed and you tell him move over these two roach niggas don't know what to do in the rain
Kanye you whips but that's what they do to the slaves
I'm trying to act bad but we ain't doing charades
I really have bombs in the block just like I threw a grenade
I don't got time to be concerned with no watch you got
You've never been uptown by not working by The Parking Spot (Que lo que)
Trying to get Illusions when you run up in the ocky spot
My five thousand miles you turn around and get a choppy chop
I spent five hundred thousand down at Mazza spot
I got a half a mill' in with the Brows on top
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Now f*ck they flowers we got roses with the stars on top
I make a toast with my jewels like your Mazel Tov
My name is my name but they ain't screaming that
They talking about the wrath of Caine but we ain't seen it yet
We got the switches on that bitches your whole team get wet
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