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jay5ive - summer كلمات أغنية

[verse]
grah—
i thought everyone love me but that sh_t be fake
how the f_ck i ain’t seeing they colours?

my mans died, bro wasn’t k!llin’ they said
they mans died, they need to spin for they brother

and what do you know about going on drills
and your mans make it hot before it even hit summer?

now bro locked, what you gon’ say to his mother?
now bro locked, i had to sit with his mother

i be fighting with mama almost every day
’cause she want me to go put the gun up

and mama, i love you, you know i’m your baby
but you think that i’m totin’ this gun ’cause i wanna?

and you know that the police be watching me daily
i be going to sleep knowin’ they tryna cuff us

it’s a glock and a 9 on the side of .380
i bet everyone shot if he dare try to run up
.40 my b_tch, i let n0body touch her
free all my brothers, we all had each other

we was like 15 deep on the block
now i’m out on the block, it’s just me and my gun tucked

12 on the line like they tryna “save us”
my mans was in prison, now that sh_t is f_cked up

i ain’t tryna hear “put the gun on the ground!”
i’m tired of police, them n_ggas they’re f_cked up

and brodie was just tryna get medication
they ain’t wanna give it to him and that’s f_cked up

and you on the block tryna ask where the gun?
you not the one totin’, so bro shut the f_ck up

renegade sweeper, i don’t care ’bout this block sh_t
old heads get boomed, i make older heads duck us

he get shot if he think he could touch us
d’s on my d_ck, let me go put the gun up

15 or better, this f_ck n_gga done up
and i’m only still rappin’ for most of my brothers
free the sweeps, how the f_ck do i—
yeah, said i’m only still rappin’ for most of my brothers

i was out tryna shoot, so sdot with a hound
so the fact he in jail, it be havin’ me number

don’t pay mind when i see nazzy get on the ‘gram
’cause i’m feelin’ his pain, i was booked in the summer

cashapps, i do it all for my n_ggas
how you leavin’ your n_ggas in jail and say, “f_ck ’em”?

cashapps, i sent to all of my b_tches
that’s my way i be tellin’ a b_tch that i love her

flashbacks, throw over all of my hittas
two hands on the gun like your bro undercover

clap that, i’m bussin’ all of my triggers
made a promise to mama they won’t send her son up

[chorus]
i thought everyone love me but that sh_t be fake
how the f_ck i ain’t seeing they colours?

my mans died, bro wasn’t k!llin’ they said
they mans died, they need to spin for they brother
and what do you know about going on drills
and your mans make it hot before it even hit summer?

now bro locked, what you gon’ say to his mother?
now bro locked, i had to sit with his mother

i be fighting with mama almost every day
’cause she want me to go put the gun up

and mama, i love you, you know i’m your baby
but you think that i’m totin’ this gun ’cause i wanna?

and you know that the police be watching me daily
i be going to sleep knowin’ they tryna cuff us

it’s a glock and a 9 on the side of .380
i bet everyone shot if he dare try to run up

- jay5ive

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