Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Single for the Summer , by - GyypsRelease date: 01.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Single for the Summer |
| It’s a single for the summer, I got your cover |
| They wanna ask about my numbers, fuck where you come from |
| Them hoes be sneaky, baby come on, I never trust 'em |
| I got the squad going up, yo |
| I’m in these streets just like a runner, I’m on some other |
| You see me stuntin', I be duckin' and fucking buzzin' |
| I’m buzzin' and yo, I be killin', young fel be illin' |
| Them low bikinis in Tahiti, them look like Riri |
| I blow that seaweed |
| It’s a single for the summer, in Killafornia |
| Supposed to say it’s a come up, fuck up the numbers |
| Yeah, we barely got it started and now we rolling |
| I got the squad going up, yo |
| Single for the… |
| Keep a couple dime girls in my apartment |
| My down comforter is Ralph Lauren |
| Ay, towel on my dick, hop out the shower |
| Blowin' money fast, don’t like to count it |
| Bitches out here think this shit’s a game |
| You candy wrappers couldn’t find a lane |
| Not really, y’all be all in y’all feelings |
| I be up with no ceilings |
| Please get out of my business |
| Ginger ale in my Henny |
| I got the squad going up, yo |
| Single for the… |
| Perfect verses make way for Cartier |
| In the booth with my baby calling |
| Hit ignore 'cause this hit is sure to be brazy |
| Make my whole wave get stronger |
| That ain’t sit with her well, texting me, «Go to hell» |
| Escalating towards the breaking point |
| It’s boiling up and up until I’m single for the summer |
| Give me your number |
| I’ma have you singing like Aretha when I hit it lethal |
| In 'em dirty sneakers and a T-shirt, better do your research |
| Bitch, I’m a national treasure, bitch, I don’t crack under pressure |
| Bitch, I bedazzle you peasants |
| Bitch, I’m a dog from the reservoir, I kill a man with an XLR |
| I smoke a blunt with the reverend dog, I fuck a bitch in my ex’s car |
| I don’t ever flinch, always get the swish, bitch |
| Carter, Felly, GYYPS, hold up |
| This the single for the summer I got your cover |
| They wanna ask about my numbers, fuck where you come from |
| Them hoes be sneaky, baby come on, I never trust 'em |
| I got the squad going up, yo |
| You wanna go dirt biking right now? |
| We don’t have the bikes |
| Aaw, they left the bikes in the RV |
| I never sleep I’m on some other |
| Run me back |