| Me and my niggas made a Summer Jam
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| Me and my niggas to the Summer Jam
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| Me and my niggas kilt the Summer Jam
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| Me and my niggas most wanted at the Summer Jam
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| We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah
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| We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah
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| We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah
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| We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah
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| Shmoplife boys we like to party
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| Tear up the party, don’t drink Bacardi
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| I drink up the Henny, my blunts not skinny
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| Women got plenty, my niggas with me
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| Big booty girl shaking they butt
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| Yeah baby got butt, I’m blatant as fuck
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| I be making them bucks, man hating is buck
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| I be baking the funk, I be quaking in your trunk
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| City from city, I like my girls really pretty
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| You niggas faking the funk, you niggas Milli Vanilli
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| I be geeked up, with my feet up
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| Cops some more swishers looking for the trees bruh
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| She gave me head like a ball cap, under her bald strap
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| Big ass with a bald cat
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| I need them haters and i’m looking for the back
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| If I ain’t a Shmop boy then what do you call that (YEE!)
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| Young P-Lo I’m the hoes favorite
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| HBK the gang ain’t nothing to play with
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| No reply they ain’t talking the payments
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| Your bitch hit my phone always making arrangements
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| I’m in my zone, haters kill it alone
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| Mixing Gin with Cris I’m taking shots to the dome
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| See me out of town I’m always repping my home
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| Always stealing the style these other rappers is clones, uh
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| More bitches more gold chains, yeah
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| Don’t want a piece I want the whole thing, yeah
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| Always keep it hot like propane, yeah
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| Say they going hard spitting no flame, yeah
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| Tell a bad bitch to pop it for a pimp
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| While you laying with the bitch you a fucking S.I.M.P
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| Money, money, money yeah I gotta get
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| Fuck the politics, my gang I’m riding with
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| I’m Heart Break minded, ice cold climate
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| Gold teeth gold chain I don’t do the diamonds
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| Haters can’t stop me, no they can’t hold me
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| She be head first to the balls like a goalie
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| Holy moly, two tone rollie
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| You show your dude love like my name Mick Foley
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| Summer jam champ yeah, plotting on a mansion
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| Center like a letter yeah I stamped it
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| Big man on campus, I’m the dean
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| Stepped out clean fresh, on the scene
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| G-Star jeans, cost like three
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| Bet your girlfriend want a boss like me
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| But she can’t ever have it, uh
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| I’ma Heart Break savage, yeah
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| I’ma Ben Frank addict, yeah
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| Automatic, systematic |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summer Jam , by - Kool John. Song from the album Peace, Love, Shmoplife, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп