Lil Debbie – Summer

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time August 15, 2017

Haters used to bet they bottom dollar, holla, let me slide
Bitch I never been a sucker how you paint me for it
Now my diets vegetarian
Lord!
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
And I ain’t even wanna have to do ’em like that
Same business only difference is they pay me for it
Fuck that!

I could probably start a riot, full of fly shit
Name a bitch that’s tighter, name a pool that’s colder
[Verse 2]
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
More green, bitch we eating, give me more green
Name another bitch going hard as I go
I’m the motherfucking pilot
Pass another swisher, I could bust down
They either love me, or they hate me for it
Now you see me though
And going bigger, go figure
All my flows be popping, all my shit is harder
Circle for the winners, all my hoes be proper
Bitches run they mouth, but we can’t hear ’em out
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
Bitches ordinary, and we nothing short of legendary
Go bigger, pouring up the liquor
[Hook]
Now we moving, city on my back, they screaming let me ride
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga
I been in the trenches, thirty inches in the red zone
Blunt in my left hand, Henny on the other side
Nothing changed, still shitting on your whole team
Tried to shut us down but now we got the power
Swaggin’ only taking wins, I think you best be in
I been on my job, ain’t no suit and tie though
[Hook]
Started with a vision turned it to a dollar
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga
Vision getting clearer, still ain’t never sold
Shaking what she gave me, yeah I got it from my mother side
[Verse 3]
Looking for the winners, look at us now
[Hook]

Blow a million in a day, before I fucking die hoe
Just another way to say I’m going bigger
Touchdown, touchdown
All we talk about is balling like ESPN

Hope there ain’t a issue cause you know we for it
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
[Verse 1]
In my city I’m a pillar, pillar, pillar
Different city, still winning like the home team
Toast up to the dreams, that we done seen
I react, bitches hating when you moving like that
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
Mind in a daze, feel the fade, it’s a ganja
I been in the kitchen, whipping shit to get your head blown
I’ma misbehave, ’till I’m paid, see the honker
Ten toes down, head is in the sky though

Stone cold killer, only OG in my swisher
I’ve been on a wave, on a wave, cowabunga
Death to all you bitches who ain’t with us, how I feel about
Real Shit!
Hands up, like I brought a fucking gun in this bitch
I just found too many ways to say I’m running that shit
Anyone who doubt us, go without us, see we necessary

But still a stoner!
Bitches throwing shade, that can wait for the summer
Blow green, double cup, fill that slow lean

Ass getting fatter, pocket’s getting swoler


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