Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer of Surf, artist - Riff Raff. Album song Rap Game Bon Jovi, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.07.2012
Record label: Riff Raff
Song language: English
Summer of Surf |
| Gone for the summer |
| Gone for the summer yeah 80 day vacation |
| I said a 80 day vacation |
| 80 day vacation |
| I said a 80 day vacation |
| Summer |
| Stretch plum Hummer |
| I’m gone for the summer yeah stretch plum Hummer |
| Swag when I surf |
| Now watch me surf this swag |
| Swag when I surf |
| Now watch me surf this swag |
| This is the remix |
| Yeah this part two |
| She 'bout to surf on me |
| I’m 'bout to surf on you |
| She on for the summer |
| Other side of town |
| She tell me to come over say her parents out of town |
| She a bad broad |
| And she never acting for |
| Open up garage zero cars in garage |
| I tell her call her friends |
| Yeah I think menage a trois |
| Plus we got some money her parents left her a credit card |
| Yeah it’s a black card I’m thinking shopping spree |
| She’s thinking more Hummers |
| I’m thinking 'bout the Florida Keys |
| Yeah |
| Gone for the whole night |
| Kawasaki bike |
| She fed me five pounds of lobster |
| Fed me every bite |
| Hold a minute take a pause |
| We in the bathroom stalls and she’s playing with my balls |
| While I check my missed calls |
| She seen a naked pic |
| It’s a Motorola |
| She say «I like that bitch |
| Tell that bitch to come over» |
| We back to the Range Rover |
| Back to the topic |
| Girl you need to stop it |
| Yeah |
| Ball game |
| Barstool |
| Going four for four |
| Ball for ball |
| Like a ball stool |
| You be on that rap shit |
| I ain’t 'bout that battle shit |
| You be on that cap shit |
| I be high capping bitch |
| I be on that trap shit |
| Might pull like three or four |
| Beef or the circle down |
| Got a bad attitude I’m looking for the excuse |
| To knock it out of bounds girl |
| You out of bounds girl |
| Talking out of time girl your ass is out of bounds girl |
| Not at all |
| Hop all the bright bitch with fat ass |
| Bring me syrup weed and pills and some tylenol |
| I ain’t even stressed out |
| Fuck my opponents |
| It’s summertime |
| I’m ex-pills and coronas |
| HDTV’s picture jumping out the plasma |
| Bad bitch with all this ice think she catching asthma |
| Yeah I’m on the side breathing |
| Yeah she 'bout to faint now |
| Thug girls see my ice have a mental breakdown |
| I got a freestyle license |
| No more writing |
| You damn near catch a virus all the freestyles you fighting |
| Forty-fifty G’s on my icy devices |
| Your parents see my ice have a midlife crisis |
| Yeah |
| It’s time for them to see the counselor |
| Trying to get in VIP with me? |
| Go and see the bouncer |
| Yeah |
| Cause you ain’t paying me nothing |
| Ain’t get no me you thought that I was bluffing |
| Yeah can’t afford |
| Nah I ain’t no joke |
| I’m riding 'round on rims |
| You be flipping hundred spokes |
| Yeah throwing caution in the wind |
| Gucci on my loose plate |
| Girl I don’t want your lips |
| Girl you got some loose lips |
| Top and bottoms even even on the top part |
| I ain’t trying to grab your ass |
| Your ass ain’t got no class |
| It ain’t got no tightness |
| I turn heads like vice grips |
| You be trying to wrestle with me |
| Fuck that |