Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Summer, artist - Dave East. Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
This Summer |
| Taylor on the beat |
| Real niggas stand up |
| It’s holiday season, bitch |
| Whole water, you get jammed up (forever mean mugga, word) |
| I’m the reason you think you got a chance |
| Broad day light, aim at his face, so he ain’t got a chance |
| They strippers, they gotta dance |
| We gangsters we gotta move |
| We run us, you gotta lose |
| Making sure you never disrespect, only point to prove |
| George town inspired me, painted the foregin blue |
| Fuck police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too |
| Stash in the Bentley, I’m hood, still riding filthy |
| I told them I could walk on water, oh, god forgive me |
| If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to kill me |
| Bitch this Crip plus I’ve been sick, ain’t doctor can help me |
| Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef |
| Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left |
| Met this forty off with my right |
| Package be here by the morning, we ordered that shit tonight |
| Flight to Florida to get some white |
| Just send it, I get it, break it down and feed the set |
| Don’t be partying with guala, just sent it and get the jet |
| Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet |
| He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet |
| If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot |
| I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it |
| Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet |
| He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet |
| If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot |
| I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it |
| I’m the shit that you made up, on the first, gave 'em no cut |
| That bring the fiends back all month, teach your class if y’all want |
| A professor with 'grams, you die, you next to your mans |
| Really invested in scams, garlic with devilish plans |
| Garlic noodles and lobsters, somewhere planning to hit |
| When you come form the dirt, a clean getaway is the shit |
| Salmons and scallops, breaking down pounds at the palace |
| Grown women ready to fuck, don’t want you around if you childish |
| Dripping in jewels from jewellers that don’t talk to the broke |
| Crib big now, homie get you drowned in the |
| My daughter got her own pool, I’m giving out swimming lessons |
| How we living, my kid ain’t stressing |
| Violating these Smith-N-Wessons |
| Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet |
| He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet |
| If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot |
| I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it |
| Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet |
| He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet |
| If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot |
| I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it |
| Nah, that’s that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem shit right there |
| That’s the difference between us and y’all |
| That’s the difference between hustlers and customers |
| You feel me? |
| Yeah |
| Alright, cool |