Lyrics 6 Summers - Anderson .Paak

6 Summers

Wait a minute!
Trump’s got a love child and I hope that bitch is buckwild
I hope she sip mezcal, I hope she kiss señoritas and black gals
I hope her momma’s El Salv', I hope her poppa stick around, yeah
Take chains off, take rings off
Bracelets and things, big aches and pains
My jack rang off with clickbait
Truth is too raw, it’s a fish plate
Fela, the kunte
A hunnid and fifty of us on the big stage?
How long it took a nigga just to get paid?
And now I think I’m 'bout to buy a Bentley, pronto
I’m in LA with the shaker and bongo
I heard your tape, do or die, it was compo-
Trimmin' the bream with the blade and lawnmow'
Figure it out, nigga
Bitch, don’t spill my sake
You gon' make me kick you out this 'partment
You gon' have to kick it in the lobby
Damn, but don’t somebody stop me, I’m too sloppy