| Ten toes down, head is in the sky though
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| Name another bitch going hard as I go
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| I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
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| Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
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| Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
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| Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
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| And going bigger, go figure
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| Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
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| In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar
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| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
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| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
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| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker
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| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga
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| Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
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| Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler
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| Just another way to say I’m going bigger
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| Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
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| But still a stoner!
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| All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
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| Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
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| Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
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| Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
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| Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
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| Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
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| Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
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| Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
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| Fuck that!
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| Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear 'em out
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| Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
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| Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary
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| Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
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| I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
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| I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
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| Touchdown, touchdown
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| Pass another swisher, I could bust down
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| Looking for the winners, look at us now
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| Real Shit!
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| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
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| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
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| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker
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| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga
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| They either love me, or they hate me for it
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| Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
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| Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
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| Same business only difference is they pay me for it
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| Swaggin' only taking wins, I think you best be in
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| All we talk about is balling like ESPN
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| I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
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| I’m the motherfucking pilot
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| Now my diets vegetarian
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| More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
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| Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean
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| Different city, still winning like the home team
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| Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
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| Lord!
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| And I ain’t even wanna have to do 'em like that
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| I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
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| I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
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| Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
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| Now you see me though
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| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
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| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
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| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker
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| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summer , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album OG In My System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп