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ace hood - 6 summers lyrics

[hook]
six summers, six summers
got enough work to ball six summers
six b-tches, six hummers
real n-ggas, all gunners
six summers, six summers
couple mill i’m just trying to live mama
six summers, six summers
got enough work to ball six summers

[verse 1]
young n-gga, most wanted
want him dead, twelve hundred
my youngin’s raid ya crib just for some lawyer fees
know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans
counting all this money with that chopper close
ever seen a million on your kitchen floor?
feds taking pictures, think i’m moving dope
never thought i’d see this sh-t for twenty four
ten b-tches, all f-cking
mercedes benz, them six hundreds
sixes on the jeep, i name it ‘bron james
hundred million dollars, that’s my mind frame

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[verse 2]
i’ve been broke before, i remember that like yesterday
all this money that i’m counting got my mama straight
always had that penny grind, i’m talking hard away
day i lost my n-gga four, he took my heart away
that’s why i ball on you n-ggas, that’s why i stunt on you b-tches
that’s why i’m riding that foreign, so you p-ssies never forget me
and i’m still toting that nina, just pray to god be with me
my car dashing one-eighty, my b-tch looking like kimmy
my shirt label versace, and king of diamonds tsunami
my sneakers rare like me, that red under my sneaks
no shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags
don’t count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah

[hook]

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