| We high up
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| Riding
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| Windows tinted, don’t know who the fuck inside it
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| Weed good, rolling
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| Shaded tinted cuz you know our fucking eyes lit
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Feeling so alive, puffing clouds up in the sky
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Shit’s a vibe, man
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| We summertime fly, bitch
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| Put on my shoes and step out of the house
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| Back pack on my back, you know what I’m ‘bout
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| I’m young, dumb, and wild
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| A millennial child
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| Not a care in the world
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| With this porcelain smile
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| Six hour flight, so I’ll be here a while
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| I want the window seat, cuz I like the view
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| MFA
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| Motherfuckers with some attitude
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| Top down
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| Ride around like I’m bulletproof
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| Air Force ones, like I fly with the president
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| And Im keepin' it going, like I’m down the street pedaling
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| Used to hit em and quit em, yeah
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| Soon as September hit
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| You think that shit sweet
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| But your boy don’t eat Entennmann’s
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| I’m respecting the hustle, uh
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| Right in my element
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| Ladies think I’m a gentlemen
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| But I’m feeling selective
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| Blowin' up my phone late night, like I’m talkin' to Letterman
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| Then one day just — |
| They go out and bounce
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| But the sun gon' shine
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| And wounds heal with time
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| And you’ll be fine
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| Cuz you blessed wit' no stress
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| Cuz we live our life like a summer vacation
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| I’m all cool, breezin' like a fan on rotation, word
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| We high up
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| Riding
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| Windows tinted, don’t know who the fuck inside it
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| Weed good, rolling
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| Shaded tinted cuz you know our fucking eyes lit
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Feeling so alive, puffing clouds up in the sky
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Shit’s a vibe, man
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| We summertime fly, bitch
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| Grab the weed then I hit the door
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| I got money comin' but I want some more
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| Shit, I, stackin' paper, hope it never fold
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| No Lamborghini dreams
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| Cuz I want the Rolls
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| Then I
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| Cop it, whip it
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| Hotter than a skillet
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| Pedal to the medal
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| Throw the money in the sky
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| We gon' make it by tomorrow you can’t take it when you die
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| Cuz we summer time fly
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| And you know I —
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| And I know I’m comin' thru with some fly shit
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| Fly like a pilot, sit back and watch it
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| James Harden, blast off like a rocket
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| With the Rollie on my left wrist
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| Got a wife, girlfriend, and a mistress |
| I hit em with the charm (Charm)
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| You know what I’m doing (Doing)
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| My team always winning (Winning)
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| Your team always losing (Losing)
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| Man, I don’t wanna talk
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| I don’t got the patience
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| Time to roll an L
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| I’m sick of all this waitin'
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| I live my life like a summer vacation, I’m all cool breezin' like a fan on
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| rotation, word
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| We high up
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| Riding
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| Windows tinted, don’t know who the fuck inside it
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| Weed good, rolling
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| Shaded tinted cuz you know our fucking eyes lit
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Feeling so alive, puffing clouds up in the sky
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Shit’s a vibe, man
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| We summertime fly, bitch
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Feeling so alive, puffing clouds up in the sky
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| We summer
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| Time
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| Fly
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| Shit’s a vibe, man
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| We summertime fly, bitch |