Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song OG In My System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Debbie
Song language: English
Summer |
| Ten toes down, head is in the sky though |
| Name another bitch going hard as I go |
| I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though |
| Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe |
| Go bigger, pouring up the liquor |
| Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen |
| And going bigger, go figure |
| Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher |
| In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar |
| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja |
| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer |
| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker |
| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga |
| Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder |
| Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler |
| Just another way to say I’m going bigger |
| Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold |
| But still a stoner! |
| All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder |
| Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper |
| Started with a vision turned it to a dollar |
| Tried to shut us down but now we got the power |
| Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side |
| Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side |
| Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride |
| Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide |
| Fuck that! |
| Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear 'em out |
| Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about |
| Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary |
| Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary |
| I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown |
| I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone |
| Touchdown, touchdown |
| Pass another swisher, I could bust down |
| Looking for the winners, look at us now |
| Real Shit! |
| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja |
| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer |
| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker |
| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga |
| They either love me, or they hate me for it |
| Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it |
| Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it |
| Same business only difference is they pay me for it |
| Swaggin' only taking wins, I think you best be in |
| All we talk about is balling like ESPN |
| I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit |
| I’m the motherfucking pilot |
| Now my diets vegetarian |
| More green, bitch we eating, give me more green |
| Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean |
| Different city, still winning like the home team |
| Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team |
| Lord! |
| And I ain’t even wanna have to do 'em like that |
| I react, bitches hating when you moving like that |
| I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit |
| Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch |
| Now you see me though |
| Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja |
| Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer |
| I’ma misbehave, 'till I’m paid, see the honker |
| I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga |