| Nigga, I’m so far ahead of my time, I’m 'bout to start another life
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| You a target, I’ll probably blast you twice
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| Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
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| Curveball through the eye of the storm, I am the calm 'fore disaster could
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| strike
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| The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
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| On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
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| Y’all came to be euthanized, I can’t be de-humanized
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| I ain’t even human, I’m pane and communion wine
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| Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
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| Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
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| Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
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| Y’all can finish that whack shit, then it’s back to the gods
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| I’m in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
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| I’m too fly, don’t try to give me my props, just give me space
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| Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
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| I’m tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
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| I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
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| Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
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| Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? |
| (why you frontin'?)
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| We the topic of discussion
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| Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
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| Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
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| Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? |
| (why you frontin'?)
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| We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
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| Ha-heh!
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| Uh, it’s fly season, my season
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| As long as I don’t lose, it’s all cool if I die even (cool)
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| Yeah, we the niggas that they talking 'bout (us)
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| Yeah, y’all the niggas that they chalkin' out
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| Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don’t force 'em out
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| Supreme Court starin' at my man as they walk him out
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| The time that he lookin' at is crucial
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| I can see the pain translated through his pupils
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| Turn yourself in, it’s even worse when they scoop you
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| See the Jake, don’t hit the brake, just go to neutral
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| Barbeques, white yacht parties, that’s what he used to
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| Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that’s what he shoot through
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| Work out, get your number on, Akh (work out)
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| Say your prayers, get your slumber on, Akh (aha)
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| They ain’t give you life so your number gon' pop
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| You best believe 'til the day you come home
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| I got the summer on lock (our sun shine all day long)
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| Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
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| Our sun shine all day long
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| All-all-all day long (ah, stop frontin', nigga, hah)
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| I got the summer on lock
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| Grind all winter, shine all summer
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| Life’s a bitch and I’m tryna keep you slime balls from her
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| Any leaks, we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers
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| Nina to your chest player like nine y’all number
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| We Rondo niggas, real recognize real, you John Doe nigga
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| I made a closet out of a condo, nigga
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| See that’s flyest nigga living shit, look over the river shit
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| She say I’m a asshole, how, when I don’t give a shit?
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| It’s play money, my son think the foreign a toy
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| That’s why the family gon' ball like Lavar and his boys
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| I realize they wanna backstab me, then turn knife
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| You ain’t got a hunnid 'till you got two hunnid, learn life
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| Respect ain’t earned twice, once you lose it, it’s gone
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| And it’s lame when your money right but you using it wrong
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| Shout to niggas coming home this summer, the juice back
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| Screaming OJ shootin' craps, brought the tre deuce back, yeah
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| I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
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| Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
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| Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? |
| (why you frontin'?)
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| We the topic of discussion
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| Got the summer on lock (our-a sun shine all day long)
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| Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
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| Our-a sun shine all day long
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| All-all-all day long
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| I got the summer on lock |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer On Lock, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Book of Ryan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп