Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Summer, artist - M Huncho. Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Summer |
| One phone, one line all summer |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02 |
| Gettin' packs for a mission for a '42 |
| They just dog food, I be soul food, ah |
| And this is way before I sold food |
| Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood |
| Tellin' me I’m so rude |
| I tell 'em I ain’t regular |
| Tell 'em I’m a cold dude |
| You don’t get far in life bein' nice |
| 'Cause if people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil |
| Didn’t want a real come up |
| Trappin' 'til it’s sun up |
| Lappy with a copper |
| Never home for supper |
| Mist in the every days |
| Been like four summers |
| Balenciaga runners |
| Still I do the run up |
| I watch real jiggers make it, then they plummet |
| We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit |
| They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin' |
| We got a lot to lose, I’m consistent with the hunnids |
| Breakin' 'em without the tears |
| Breakin' bread with all my peers |
| Panicked couple times but you know, it’s only God I fear |
| 'Cause I bleed like you, bleed |
| Only I’m in seventh gear |
| I got Calvins on my underwar |
| No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear |
| And they shifty, you know, I don’t get no funds to scare |
| Officers askin' if I got the gear |
| Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can’t hear |
| And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it’s kinda rare |
| And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it’s kinda rare |
| Uh, and it’s kinda rare |
| Uh, oh yeha, and it’s kinda rare |
| One phone, one line all summer |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| I bone one night, no hug ups |
| I take this cash, all one up |
| One phone, one line all summer |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| I bone one night, no hug ups |
| I take this cash, all one up |
| I don’t really care about postcodes |
| Ask RB, I get them packs sold |
| Any size, I bag those |
| Any time my back closed |
| Life so private, I ain’t got a brag |
| 'Cause braggin' what they always do |
| Contemplatin' on the half a food |
| Should I shot it? |
| Should I stop it? |
| And this shot is for a fashion nigga, points to prove |
| Now we ain’t got points to lose |
| Just reuse in this life of sin |
| Little jiggers runnin' 'round puttin' knife to skin |
| Goin' school up in the mornin', readin' my surrender |
| Grab the re and get the price on them |
| Comin' to the table, bring a slice, my friend |
| And they do it for the net, yeah, they want a trend |
| And I do it for the, I got guap to spend |
| All these headers really made us all from boys to men |
| Yeah, boys to men |
| We ain’t talkin' boybands |
| Hit him in his vehicle, joy hands |
| I know acts that do it point-blank |
| We’re all just little fishes in this whole tank |
| But me, I’m a lion in this jungle |
| Ah, Huncho, yeah, I gotta eat |
| Ah, and my brothers, yeah, they lions too |
| They claimin' that they know me, but they envy me |
| One phone, one line all summer |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| I bone one night, no hug ups |
| I take this cash, all one up |
| One phone, one line all summer |
| One take on life, can’t fuck up |
| I bone one night, no hug ups |
| I take this cash, all one up |
| All this losing sight shit, that’s bullshit |
| Mans winnin' out here |