Texty

This summer, I'm not gonna say it's my summer But I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up Gotta know when to hold 'em And know when to fold 'em And when you hear me say it's not you, it's me Don't even ask why it's over Cause see, I'm on a machine I'm coming through breaking in the window in the kitchen Banging on your dishes That's how I made this beat Everybody listen I'm a kid from the [?] And if you didn't know I need it right away So when you see us in the street Better keep running High ho silver, we coming Let me calm down I'm betting you niggas are alarmed now See you got a problem now Cause I'm pissing on your lawn now I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'm a new world order, baby I do this for my unborn daughter, baby Hot lava in a sauna, baby I'm a banker, not a robber, baby And I'm coming to a city near you, what's up Go on any blockas in the hood, dem good And like a hurricane I come and truck ish up Then I live to see 'em, nigga I don't give a truck See, I wasn't born royal So I don't give a F about a crown or a throne Nigga, I'm my own A self-made danger zone I need your nothin' And nigga, I can't stand frontin' My wolves ain't about that huffin' Just try me if you think we bluffin' I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up I'mma fuck the summer up Y'all looking for me? Are y'all looking for me? Y'all looking for me? Well here I am!
Writer(s): Harold Lilly, Hasben Jones, Aaron Renner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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