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Cho53n 1 - Black Summer Lyrics



Cho53n 1 - Black Summer Lyrics
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Hop in the pick up get hit up I'm try'na get lit up
Slide to the gym hit the bench then I get in my sit ups
Shopping and gettin' my fit up
Hop back inside of the whip
Blew out my speakers but I ain't gone flip
Windows ain't rolled so I move like a pimp
Bumpin my Cd's like I got a aux
Sippin' that liq feeling strong as ox
Don't see the ops
Homie blowing that la
Shoot a bird to the law we don't care bout a cop
Why should we care when they killin' us
Thinking we cavities drillin' us
That's for another time i bag another dime
And boy that ass lookin right in the summertime
I hit the pregame and link with the slime
Shorties they lit all that twerkin' and whinin'
Had a long week now I'm coolin' my mind
Boy getting faded and ready grind
Head to the show bout to turn up some more
Try'na go digging been dreaming bout gold
Hop on that stage I don't dance I'ma flow
Now I'm jumpin' I'm feelin' this song in my soul
Baby don't tell me you love me because see I know that we probably don't even speak
I got circle girl you don't see Urkel Stefan is the ego that you gon' perceive
I've been a hermit but I ain't no introvert I've been to busy just workin' on me
On the computer just teaching myself how to be I'ma Celebrate when I succeed
Soon I'ma hop on a jet
Pour up a glass of Moét
Not even work up a sweat
Countin' up check after check
Finally summertime out of my slumber I'm feedin' em money they love the taste
Boy get your girl 'fore she fall in my world and I know you don't got what it really takes
You getting bread yo that's easy bake
Beefin' with you that's a cheapskate
Beefin' with me that's a cheesesteak
I'm getting hungry I'm needin' cake
I've been in foreigns since I was a jit
I don't see happiness in all that shit
I'm tryin' to purchase this land be legit
So I wake up just ready to get it I
Hop in the pick up get hit up I'm try'na get lit up
Slide to the gym hit the bench then I get in my sit ups
Shopping and gettin' my fit up
Hop back inside of the whip
Blew out my speakers but I ain't gone flip
Windows ain't rolled so I move like a pimp
Bumpin my Cd's like I got a aux
Sippin' that liq feeling strong as ox
Don't see the ops
Homie blowing that la
Shoot a bird to the law we don't care bout a cop
Why should we care when they killin' us
Thinking we cavities drillin' us
That's for another time i bag another dime
And boy that ass lookin right in the summertime
Come around to steal the challenge
Wonder why the playas panic
In the cut if they can manage
I'm Steppin' up it I'm rippin' the bandage
Think of me smoother than jelly jam
Gettin this bread so my niggas can eat again
I hit the block when I'm stronger and leaner
I stay livin' large call me mega man
Make that ahh jump like a marching band
Losin my breath I need oxygen (Huuuhhh)
Get to the work when I'm tippin' the solo
I'm dreamin' bout poppin' a hunnit bands
On that
Thumbin' my check all blue face
Sippin' that straight not gone chase
Flex in a red dress I'm olè
Back to my old spot for the foreplay
Records I'm thinkin' I'm gone break
Waking up early, dreadin' to sleep late
Gettin it off the muscle or brain I got ways
How could I not wanna level up each day
Or you
Sit in the back ghost whip my coupe
Got charisma that you cling to
Greater things on mind ain't worried bout you
Covert bags win the game by 2
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Hop in the pick up get hit up I'm try'na get lit up
Slide to the gym hit the bench then I get in my sit ups
Shopping and gettin' my fit up
Hop back inside of the whip
Blew out my speakers but I ain't gone flip
Windows ain't rolled so I move like a pimp
Bumpin my Cd's like I got a aux
Sippin' that liq feeling strong as ox
Don't see the ops
Homie blowing that la
Shoot a bird to the law we don't care bout a cop
Why should we care when they killin' us
Thinking we cavities drillin' us
That's for another time i bag another dime
And boy that ass lookin right in the summertime
I hit the pregame and link with the slime
Shorties they lit all that twerkin' and whinin'
Had a long week now I'm coolin' my mind
Boy getting faded and ready grind
Head to the show bout to turn up some more
Try'na go digging been dreaming bout gold
Hop on that stage I don't dance I'ma flow
Now I'm jumpin' I'm feelin' this song in my soul
Baby don't tell me you love me because see I know that we probably don't even speak
I got circle girl you don't see Urkel Stefan is the ego that you gon' perceive
I've been a hermit but I ain't no introvert I've been to busy just workin' on me
On the computer just teaching myself how to be I'ma Celebrate when I succeed
Soon I'ma hop on a jet
Pour up a glass of Moét
Not even work up a sweat
Countin' up check after check
Finally summertime out of my slumber I'm feedin' em money they love the taste
Boy get your girl 'fore she fall in my world and I know you don't got what it really takes
You getting bread yo that's easy bake
Beefin' with you that's a cheapskate
Beefin' with me that's a cheesesteak
I'm getting hungry I'm needin' cake
I've been in foreigns since I was a jit
I don't see happiness in all that shit
I'm tryin' to purchase this land be legit
So I wake up just ready to get it I
Hop in the pick up get hit up I'm try'na get lit up
Slide to the gym hit the bench then I get in my sit ups
Shopping and gettin' my fit up
Hop back inside of the whip
Blew out my speakers but I ain't gone flip
Windows ain't rolled so I move like a pimp
Bumpin my Cd's like I got a aux
Sippin' that liq feeling strong as ox
Don't see the ops
Homie blowing that la
Shoot a bird to the law we don't care bout a cop
Why should we care when they killin' us
Thinking we cavities drillin' us
That's for another time i bag another dime
And boy that ass lookin right in the summertime
Come around to steal the challenge
Wonder why the playas panic
In the cut if they can manage
I'm Steppin' up it I'm rippin' the bandage
Think of me smoother than jelly jam
Gettin this bread so my niggas can eat again
I hit the block when I'm stronger and leaner
I stay livin' large call me mega man
Make that ahh jump like a marching band
Losin my breath I need oxygen (Huuuhhh)
Get to the work when I'm tippin' the solo
I'm dreamin' bout poppin' a hunnit bands
On that
Thumbin' my check all blue face
Sippin' that straight not gone chase
Flex in a red dress I'm olè
Back to my old spot for the foreplay
Records I'm thinkin' I'm gone break
Waking up early, dreadin' to sleep late
Gettin it off the muscle or brain I got ways
How could I not wanna level up each day
Or you
Sit in the back ghost whip my coupe
Got charisma that you cling to
Greater things on mind ain't worried bout you
Covert bags win the game by 2
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Writer: Allen Marolt, Frederick Brown Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Length: 3:11
Written by: Allen Marolt, Frederick Brown Jr.

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