Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Summer On Smash , by - Nas. Release date: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Summer On Smash |
| Bad bitches, champagne wishes |
| Freaks only, baby let me take pictures |
| Life is good, life is good |
| Cîroc on splash, summer on smash |
| Top all gone, got the on summer on smash |
| Tank top on, summer on smash |
| My neck got a whole lot of glass |
| Got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do) |
| Look at baby girl showing that ass |
| She let the world know the summer on smash |
| Got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Everybody get the summer on smash |
| We got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do) |
| Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats |
| Little overweight, hit the gym, let’s go get the abs in |
| Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain’t even fastened |
| I’m trying to get every number from every woman passing me by |
| She’s fly; |
| black, Asian, Boriqua |
| Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern |
| Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening? |
| Just rolled four with them, bout to smoke again |
| Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down |
| How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht sound? |
| Send a massive e-mail to the females |
| Tell 'em where to meet us, give 'em the details |
| Cîroc on splash, summer on smash |
| Top all gone, got the on summer on smash |
| Tank top on, summer on smash |
| My neck got a whole lot of glass |
| Got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do) |
| Look at baby girl showing that ass |
| She let the world know the summer on smash |
| Got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Everybody get the summer on smash |
| We got the summer on smash, summer on smash |
| Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do) |
| We got the jam here, check it |
| It’s the summertime, women damn near naked |
| It’s single season, they choosing who to mess with |
| I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it |
| Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps |
| My people in the streets, I make it feel like it’s the beach |
| My goons close by, I’m daring one of y’all to reach |
| I’m protected like the President, ain’t gotta give a speech |
| Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets |
| And they ain’t even out yet, she like Ciroc peach |
| Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash |
| And y’all already know who got the summer on smash |
| I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh? |
| Bad bitches, champagne wishes |
| Freaks only, baby let me take pictures |
| Skin, sin; |
| wait do you know whose pool you’re in? |
| Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill |
| Your body is a weapon that you can’t conceal |
| Real, make money when the freaks call |
| Summer on Mars, it’s totally Total Recall |
| Like |
| Una vida, she butterfly |
| Caliente |
| Mami vente, vente comigo, ayo |