spmb bills – dear summer lyrics
[verse 1: spmb bills]
some of y’all ‘gon see me
in a gt
dear summer on repeat
you a gc
[?]
no tv
bmw car
don’t need keys
big jewels
and a big v
fresh white ups
and a crisp tee
everybody hate, tryna curse me
everybody b-tch wanna kiss me
all my exes, they miss me
big gun
it hold three-three
b-m n-gg-s can’t see me
paid n-gg-, who the boy be
op n-gg-s, tryna avoid me
when they see me
know the boy be
big jewels
and they on fleek
dreamchasers
i be on me
pause
what you ‘gon see
i’m the new improved jay z
move work like the 80s
tryna bite swag
got rabbies
sip n-gg-
like a loosie
then shawty came
and she blew me
like she knew me
this a new me
karate chopping them movies
like bruce lee
go way back
like the coogi
talking ’88
’87 with the paper plates
on the block posted
n-gg-s wanna hate
can’t rob me
any beef that’s ’round the way
n-gg-s saying, “i ain’t ’round the way”
but i’m round the way
big mop
no ’38
need the bird
send 38
send 40 if you coming straight
send 50k and i’ll have it baked
serve it to you on my granny plate
gotta get rich for my granny sake
what the bloodclot like my granny says
see the strongest women in my granny face
used to move the work out my granny place
go get the henny cause i’m running late
got 2 minutes, 11:58
sh-t we do on a summer day
on a summer day
sh-t we do on a summer day
[chorus: spmb bills]
some of y’all gon see me
talking nice gears and a crisp tee
talking big jewels and a big v
talking trap spots, where we serve fiends
talking gunshots from the 19
where we shoot movies, no spike lee
where we get checks, like nike
summertime ‘gon see me
[verse 2: spmb bills]
freak b-tches tryna f-ck me
fake n-gg-s tryna touch me
that’s when i blast that tuckie
and i’ll blast you, just trust me
and if i missed you, you lucky
[?]
sell sour kush, that’s fluffy
see them gold bottle, that’s bubbly
see your main b-tch, that’s ugly
give me good neck, and she love me
ain’t a new comer, n-gg-s know how i do summers
sell work, til the moon come up
from the moon down, til the sun come up
hustle hard like my grandmother
don’t play ganes, not a [?]
gold chains got my neck smothered
this twirl sh-t got the wave covered
come on son, like ed lover
play the game like a dead brother
how you fly, got no feathers
spmb, thats 4 letters
that’s a gang, that’s for cheddar
red bottoms got the ground redder
sour dies(el), i’m a pound seller
when i see summer, what i’m gon tell her
[chorus: spmb bills]
some of y’all gon see me
talking nice gears and a crisp tee
talking big jewels and a big v
talking trap spots, where we serve fiends
talking gunshots from the 19
where we shoot movies, no spike lee
where we get checks, like nike
summertime ‘gon see me
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