Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dear Summer, artist - RaraDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dear Summer |
| Dear summer, can a nigga come up? |
| Can you promise me that I’d never fumble? |
| Can you send a, send some bitches? |
| Can you send a plug with a? |
| Can you bless a nigga with a condo at the top? |
| With a city view, a nigga through |
| Let a nigga eat, let a player play |
| Let a gangster have his motherfucking way |
| I got some issues that I need to solve, quick |
| I done fuck around and fell in love with this spoiled bitch |
| I’m tryna have it, I gotta have it |
| I need Margiella, Balencias and |
| I need some coke from Miami, a Benz outta, a attic, these streets turned me |
| savage |
| I gotta for this shit, I’m ready for this shit |
| niggas in fed who’d have for this shit |
| My for this shit |
| I’m hoping in bed with this bitch |
| Fuck da world, I fuck 'em good |
| Shit comes with this, hope its understood |
| I need some dough, get me out da hood |
| I need a lick, have me straight for good, ya |
| Stayed on the grind (Ya) |
| And came from behind (You Know) |
| Now its our time, our stars align |
| Won’t fumble no more |
| The whole team on go |
| My squad the show |
| Now all these hoes know |
| I just wanna shine, I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine, I just wanna shine |
| Came up from behind, going on a grind |
| Now I’m there, wanna shine, let a nigga shine |
| I just wanna hit the fucking club and throw some bands up |
| Tell a stripper bad bitch to get some head up |
| Drop a hoe back on a Porsche, now we speed up |
| Tell my niggas in the hood to keep they head up |
| I just wanna shine |
| some, can I shine with ya? |
| Vibe with ya, can we? |
| Get my shit in order, take it to the water |
| Can I lay on the beach with somebody daughter |
| Go to, go to DOA, go to KOD, got some room for me |
| Can I pull a lamb up, the club lit, get some for us to chill |
| I need some please, under palm trees |
| And my neck jealous of my wrist freeze |
| Want a jet-ski, want a pent lease |
| I can get it all off the coca leaves |
| Top drop, riding sunset, with a Puerto-Rican and a freak |
| Hit the Louis store Melrose, have a nigga fresher than a |
| Bitches creeping for the weekend |
| Live for the moment, this on my, we on it |
| Look at my eye, see, I want it, I’m on it, I’m crushing and busting that |
| Summer coming, niggas staying, send in some, let’s get it |
| On top of money, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday, we going straight to that |
| money |
| Stayed on the grind (Ya) |
| And came from behind (You Know) |
| Now its our time, our stars align |
| Won’t fumble no more |
| The whole team on go |
| My squad the show |
| Now all these hoes know |
| I just wanna shine, I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine, I just wanna shine |
| Came up from behind, going on a grind |
| Now I’m there, wanna shine, let a nigga shine |
| I just wanna hit the fucking club and throw some bands up |
| Tell a stripper bad bitch to get some head up |
| Drop a hoe back on a Porsche, now we speed up |
| Tell my niggas in the hood to keep they head up |
| I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine |
| I just wanna shine |