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damedot - fuck yo summer 2 كلمات أغنية

[verse]
f_ck your summer, n_gga, this my summer
last time, we went up, now this time, we goin’ upper
this lil’ glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin’
act bad if you want, ’cause it’s hot, we gon’ put you under
two pink 10s, eight of tris’ put me in the slumber
bro gon’ facetime you, he don’t care about no football numbers
she doin’ sh_t for me and never you ’cause i’m way turnter
chaldean with me with the weed, he look just like burner
i ain’t cookin’ grits on this stove, i hope i don’t burn it
i had to tell my b_tch she too pretty, she be tryna hurt ’em
you in bad shape ’cause i’m seein’ squares in your circle
i can’t listen to a word you say ’cause you n_ggas hurdle
n_gga, f_ck your summer, and f_ck your baby mama
i’m at the pool party dripped in dolce gabbana
i ain’t even proud of this b_tch, but she in prada
she think she ’bout to get the whole stove, she ain’t get nada
i got more money than your last n_gga, b_tch, be honest
i was broke as h_ll, i had to put that sh_t behind me
i moved so many jeans, mike amiri tried to come and sign me
my body overshinin’, my jeweler must want me to blind him
b_tch, f_ck your summer and your broke_ass baby daddy
take these fake blues to the o, that’ll make me happy
two half a tickets in a year, watch me make it happen
did it all in some white buffs and my hair was nappy
i gotta watch what i say on songs ’cause i ain’t just rappin’
they ain’t have her size in chanel, she done threw a tantrum
we gon’ put a n_gga on a flier
my nickname should’ve been louis, look at my attire
i can’t be around these rappin’ n_ggas, they be wearin’ wires
b_tch, is we ’bout to f_ck or not? i don’t do surprises
she told me she was done with her n_gga, but this b_tch a liar
i can sip this wock’ sh_t all day, but i’m never tired
i keep stabbin’ off in this jeep, i’ma need some tires
gotta have a body or be ready to get one, it’s required
i started off a buyer, i done turned to the supplier
my hood like the wire, make this arp sing like a choir
jumped in that p_ssy like a diaper
i’m high as f_ck rollin’ up a ‘wood, hopin’ i get higher
yesterday, i went and spent your favorite rapper earnings
she ain’t got no money, but she bad, that’s concerning
i just got a hundred pounds gone, it was perfect
got the pape’, he met up with bro, it was third person
b_tch gon’ text me askin’ what i’m doin’ ’cause you know i’m workin’
i feel like i won a championship ’cause my b_tch a trophy
i should go and get a life jacket, all this water on me
don’t hit my phone nothin’ this—
don’t hit my phone nothin’ this summer, b_tch, you not important
f_ck your summer, n_gga, this my summer
last time, we went up, now this time, we goin’ upper
this lil’ glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin’
i’m a real mob boss, get the plug double crossed
when i go and get [?], i need shrimp with the sauce
all these bedrooms in my new crib, i be lost
got that sh_t on me now, i ain’t never took it off

- damedot

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