| Big Boy!
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| Man, whatever day, vibe, month it is
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| It just feels like summer
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| It always feels like summer in the neighborhood, man
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| When you get a chance to come in
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| You get a chance to lay back
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| You get a chance to laugh
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| You get a chance to chill
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| Best believe that, man
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| And being that it always feels like summer
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| Let’s go ahead and make you feel like summer
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| Summertime in the LB wild
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| We gon' party 'til the sun or the guns come out
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| JB first one fouled out playing ball
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| Now the whole city love you, how?
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| Boy we know they wasn’t down from the get go
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| Dirty got a dozen rounds, better get low
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| Lil Johnny gave his life for this shit
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| All he got was a plot and a bottle from the Winco
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| Still North Side, Parkside, Vince though
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| Two N’s, new friends, we skip those
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| Try finessin' my way into Heaven
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| Might hit that gate, might fall from grace
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| Splat, on the concrete, real street runner
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| First month still feel like summer
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| Cold weather won’t stop no gunner
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| Wrong hat, wrong day, I’ll kill my brother
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| Ayy, summertime in the LB
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| Know it ain’t shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
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| Drop top with the top down now
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| All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| Scared money don’t make money, hey
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| White man wan' take from me, hey
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| White fans at the Coachella, hey
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| Never been touched, niggas know better, hey (Ooh yeah)
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| Same ways since summer school, Baby J
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| Either I’ma make the news or make a play
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| Passed Alyssa house, could’ve took a different route
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| Wouldn’t be without, think about her every day
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| Moved on, life fast like that
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| Still struggle with the past, I’m strapped
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| Somebody gotta watch my back
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| Everybody wanna count my bag
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| Ease off me, these streets taught me
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| Speak softly, please don’t taunt me
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| Knew when Vicky 'nem stayed on eighth
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| If they killed me, then I’d be great
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| Now they lookin' at me
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| Summertime in the LB
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| Know it ain’t shit a broke nigga gon' tell me now
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| Drop top with the top down now
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| All the bad bitches gon' feel me now, ayy
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| There it is, man
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| I told y’all, feels like summer no matter when it is, man
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| It always feels like summer in the Neighborhood
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| And being that it feels like summer, let’s do this man
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| Let’s go outside |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feels Like Summer , by - Vince Staples. Song from the album FM!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп