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